When I arrived back to America, I decided not to finish my blog since it was so far behind, and I could just tell people about the trip. Well, that's a lie. There is no way I can express to a million people a day how amazing this trip was for me. Because of this and the overwhelming amount of people asking me about my blog, I have decided to complete it. No matter how long it takes me. (fingers crossed) I will be pretending I am actually on the trip and writing about my day through these.
You will never believe where I slept last night. In fact, a few weeks ago, I would have never believed someone if they told me I would have to sleep here. As a poor college student, I had to get out of my comfort zone. Our flight in the morning was supposed to leave at like 8 a.m. or something, meaning we had to be at the airport around 6. Due to the lack of transportation from Verviers to Brussels this early in the morning, we had to leave home the night before. If we were going to get any sleep at all, we had to rough it on the floor... in the airport... and hope that our stuff and more importantly, ourselves, made it through the night. This is not the best part, though. The floor was ice cold and who knows what is unseen waiting for an innocent victim. Casey, one of the girls with us, and I had the bright idea of sleeping in these plastic bins nearby. When they stacked together, they gave just enough cushion to be better than the concrete. The problem was how small they were. We didn't completely fit in them, but it was better than nothing. I assume you have guessed what these bins were by now. Yes, we slept in the same bins that take a stroll through radioactive x-ray machines multiple times a day.
We didn't really have many plans for today in Dublin. We just wanted to get a feel of the city and see how the locals spend there time, basically. That night we met up with some of our friends who also were in Dublin. (We are on free travel at this point. I am traveling with my friends Haylee, Alisha, and Megan for the next two weeks.) Our goal was to eat at Weyland's Pub where "P.S. I Love You" was filmed. There was a fee to get in, and we weren't sure what that meant. Instead we ran into a guy named Barry (which is pronounced "Bar (as in the place where you drink) - ee). It's Irish. We talked for a while, and he asked us if we wanted to go eat with him. We hesitated, but there was only one of him and eight of us. Plus, one thing the students who came last year suggested was to get to know the locals. He took us to a restaraunt that ended up being really good. There was a band playing right in front of us, too!
Sleeping in the bins. We actually weren't asleep yet.
