🌲 CHAPTER 3: In Dublin's fair city🌲
Words cannot express how uncomfortable the plane ride to Dublin was.
There were lots of crying children, for the entire trip. The air was soooo dry that it made sitting still unbearable. There was no resting for anyone, especially for the eldest daughter and mother of the Wandering Hermits.
It. Was. Hectic.
After a four hour-ish flight, the Wandering Hermits were more than happy to get off the plane; they had undoubtedly agreed that out of all the plane rides they had ever been on, this had topped it as the worst. With a breath of relief, the exhausted travelers walked through the airport to find a taxi to get a rental car (they arrived at the rental place early and had to wait in the cold Irish summer temp of 10C). They were met with the busy world of Ireland with their Irish accents, and the strange adaptation of driving on the left side of the road.
The day went by slowly, and yet most of it was a blur; the travelers struggled with staying awake for most of the day, though they managed to go to Dublina museum after riding the hop on tour bus a few times. It was wonderful to be in Dublin; the old, twisty cobble streets surrounded by old ornate buildings and tenements enchanted the eye. The crowds of people and exhaustion eventually bested the family.
To wrap this up for now, since we're all exhausted, we're now staying on a sheep farm in Tollyvolt. A great reward for the long day of pure jetlag.
***Life advice: cherish sleep - it's precious. Also, always get extra insurance on your rented vehicle; it's worth it - you never know when a mysterious bar of metal may appear for you to sorta crash into, ha ha...
Sincerely,
🌲The Wandering Hermits🌲
I'm sorry to hear that you had an awful flight! but the end justifies the means. And tell the father of the WH that I wish him all the best with driving!!
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