Have I really only been home from my trip 11 days? Between packing school lunches, homeschooling one child, navigating after-school appointments and homework for another, and full-time entertaining the youngest, it seems like my afternoon having tea and scones in Glasgow was a lonnnnng time ago.
But since the jet-lag has completely cleared, and I have scratched out some time to do photo-editing, I figured it's high time for some stories about my trip. Plus, I've had approximately 2 hours of conversation with Jason since I got home (he's got soccer going on until I go to bed), so I haven't even told him about my trip. If I blog about my trip then he'll read it while he's at school, and it might just be that blogging is the most efficient way to communicate with him (hi honey!).
Although sister Andrea is always so succinct about her story-telling (and timely--she had pictures up on FB just a few days after I left), I'm going to take several days to share my photos. Because that's how I roll. I'll try not to repeat too many of the same photos I posted on Instagram, but there will be a bit of overlap.
The few days leading up to my trip were crazy busy. I had decided not to check any baggage for my trip, so that meant I had to get all my liquids FAA ready. And trim down my wardrobe. And buy a backpack.
Eventually, though, I was on a 6 am flight to Newark. Once in Newark, I had a 4-hour layover, so I wandered around a little until I found a quiet corner where I could plug my phone in and charge it so I'd have plenty of battery to listen to my audiobooks and podcasts on the flight over the ocean (turns out, the plane had outlets in the seat, so I never had to worry about my phone going dead).
My quiet corner turned out to be a magnet for other travelers hoping to charge their phone, so instead of reading my book, I had a fabulous conversation with a 20-something girl who was moving from California to Boston for a job and a 50-something flight attendant who was on her way home after her routine international flights involving Rome, London, and Edinburgh. So interesting!
Then I was on my way to Dublin, flying away from the eastern seaboard, through the night, across the ocean...
Many podcasts and a quarter of Sue Monk Kidd's The Invention of Wings later, I was in Dublin eating a traditional Irish breakfast and sipping tea.
Of course, it was a bit of an ordeal to get to that breakfast. Not quite a "missing a flight and spending the night in Iceland" ordeal, but because I--unlike everyone else on my flight--wasn't staying in Dublin but rather flying on to Glasgow, then I was shuffled around a bit until I was finally put right.
I waited in the customs line, but after the customs official determined that I wasn't staying in Ireland, then he sent me to talk to some security guys about catching my next flight. They told me where to go, but that part of the airport wasn't open for another hour. So I had to sit in the hall for awhile.
When the terminal opened, I got my boarding pass for my flight to Glasgow, and then had to pass through customs again.
The customs official? The same guy as before! We had a good laugh about that--"it's like you're in a bad movie," he said--and then after going through security again where I appeared as if I had never flown before by having a full water bottle and forgetting to remove my liquids from my bag, take off my belt and shoes, and put everything in a bin--"it's like I've never traveled before," I said to the security guy; "airports have a way of doing that," he replied--I finally was in the right spot, eating breakfast and watching the news about repairs being done after the major storm that tore up the western part of the island. (Incidentally, that storm damage becomes relevant to our trip later on.)
Then I was climbing aboard a teeny tiny propeller plane heading for Glasgow.
For a nap, for afternoon tea at Cup, for a stroll through town, for the beginning of adventures with my sister.
Tomorrow: my Glasgow adventures!