Sadly, my time overseas has come to an end. But not without one last adventure. And a return to Cork for a single night. When our tour ended, we divided into three groups, those staying in Paris, those returning to London by coach, and those flying out of Paris. I was part of the last group. We got to Charles de Gaulle airport around nine and had to wait until 11 to checkin. Then another couple hours, plus a bit more due to delay, until the flight left for Dublin. I then had a short bus ride to city center where I once again hopped on another bus back to Cork. I took the sentimental walk back o Victoria Lodge to pick up my bags. From there I called a taxi and headed for yet another airport. I sent the night there since checkin for my next flight was at 5 am.
So, from Cork I flew to London, passed through security for the second time that day. The Brits are really sticklers for security. The liquids that had made it through Cork, twice, and through Paris as well were an issue for them. Oy, what a hassle. So made it through London surprisingly well. Then off to Chicago, where I had to reclaim my bag, check it again, go through security once again, and get directions to my gate. What a crazy place. Coming into the States is much harder than leaving, even harder than getting into the UK. Finally I could text home and let my family know I was safely back in America and getting ready to board my final flight to Omaha. This was just a little puddle jumper, cramped after the Boeing 777 (which has 8 seats across versus 3). Everything went smoothly on that flight, and I even got a complimentary drink. We landed safely. On the outside of the secure area I was met by a few familiar faces: ie, Mom, Dad, my little sister, and my nephew.
For those of you who are going to ask, yes, Ireland was amazing, and yes, I would definitely do the whole thing again in a heartbeat. It was sure great to be home again, though. It took a few days to adjust to the family routine again, and a few more to get into working regularly. Things are going smoothly now, and I'm looking forward to my return to school. I'm starting a whole new chapter, with a new outlook, but this time with people I know already, and love.
Sadly, my time overseas has come to an end. But not without one last adventure. And a return to Cork for a single night. When our tour ended, we divided into three groups, those staying in Paris, those returning to London by coach, and those flying out of Paris. I was part of the last group. We got to Charles de Gaulle airport around nine and had to wait until 11 to checkin. Then another couple hours, plus a bit more due to delay, until the flight left for Dublin. I then had a short bus ride to city center where I once again hopped on another bus back to Cork. I took the sentimental walk back o Victoria Lodge to pick up my bags. From there I called a taxi and headed for yet another airport. I sent the night there since checkin for my next flight was at 5 am.
So, from Cork I flew to London, passed through security for the second time that day. The Brits are really sticklers for security. The liquids that had made it through Cork, twice, and through Paris as well were an issue for them. Oy, what a hassle. So made it through London surprisingly well. Then off to Chicago, where I had to reclaim my bag, check it again, go through security once again, and get directions to my gate. What a crazy place. Coming into the States is much harder than leaving, even harder than getting into the UK. Finally I could text home and let my family know I was safely back in America and getting ready to board my final flight to Omaha. This was just a little puddle jumper, cramped after the Boeing 777 (which has 8 seats across versus 3). Everything went smoothly on that flight, and I even got a complimentary drink. We landed safely. On the outside of the secure area I was met by a few familiar faces: ie, Mom, Dad, my little sister, and my nephew.
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