It still feels a little surreal—to be in Ireland, finally on the other side of a trip that I’ve been planning for years.
And for a short while there, I was afraid we wouldn’t make it. Here’s a list of the #firstworldproblems that we had to overcome:
- Disabled train (Red Line, obviously)
- Four Out of Service Silver Line trains and 25 minutes before ours appeared
- Online check-in unavailable, so had to wait half an hour in the plebeian check-in line
- Entering the line for security as our plane was already boarding
- Split seats on the plane
Gratefully we are champions, and overcame these obstacles to toast our success with gin and tonics seated comfortably next to each other on the plane—the gin supplied from the nips we brought in our carray-ons.
I’m super proud of Daddy for packing light enough not to check anything. We landed, bussed into town, got an Irish SIM, and wandered a bit of Dublin as he understood why packing light is preferable to lugging large bags behind you.