Post Ireland

12:50 P.M. Dublin Time
9-27-15

(i wrote this entry down in a journal i took with me abroad. Actually, it is one of the only excursions i have notes for written down. i didn't have/ take the time for most other places. Now, i might disagree with how i portray myself in this, but i like how it shows what i thought of myself then. i have changed since then. Or maybe i underestimated myself. Maybe both.)

   I'm sitting in the airport, waiting for our gate to open so we (me & Jess) can board. Just thinking about the weekend we had, it seems so crazy, so unreal, so unlike me. Well, parts of it seem unlike me. Getting to see The Book of Kells, Trinity College, the Irish countryside, the Cliffs of Moher, that seems like me. i loved the cobblestone streets and the preppy style. There was NO shortage of cute boys either! i loved the friendly people! i just can't believe i went!
   The food was great! Although, Jess pointed out this morning that we hardly had ANY vegetables while here! All meat and potatoes! :)

(To Be Continued . . .)

In an Airplane

On the Way to Ireland

11:38 A.M. Barca Time
9-24-15

   The clouds seemed to hang on strings, suspended weightlessly, looking as if they were put there on purpose; as if each's placement was selected individually like props on the world's stage.