Finally

After over a month of anticipation and procrastination, here it is, my blog from Prague (too soon?). Disappointing. Completely.

Lindsey and I arrived in Dublin on the September 8 on a gray Monday morning, over packed and exhausted. Due to the sheer genius behind the logistics of the Dublin Airport, we ended up waiting in line for nearly an hour to get through passport control. Our only entertainment was watching newcomers to the line as they walked to the back. They would turn a corner, expecting to see the last few people, and their faces fell pretty quick when they saw another hallway lined with red-eyed impatient travelers. I certain that at its height, people had to be bussed to the back of the line.

Our stay in Dublin was brief. I, especially enjoyed walking the same streets I walked when I lived there. That's essentially how we spent our days. That and catching up on sleep. Even in a twin bed, I found it hard to wake up. Once we hit the town, though, we walked for miles, stopping at some of the old haunts for lunch, a pint, or a desperate search for the Internet so that we could let our loved ones know we were still alive.

Our host, and my former roommate, Richard, was no longer the giddy schoolgirl he once was. Now working at PWC and taking his CPA, he has transformed into a disciplined workaholic. He's fine as long as he's got workahol. All the same, he showed us a few new spots, including a so-so Mexican restaurant (when compared to Lakeland's Tapa Tio's) and a pub so trendy there was no sign for it. I think there may have been a secret knock to get in.

While it's not the easiest thing to say bye to people, the more I travel, the easier it gets. Especially since most of my friends are adventurous and unmoved, goodbyes (for more than three months) have come to seem more like one of us is stepping out to the shop to pick up some eggs, instead of drawn out hugs. I like the first way better.

From Dublin it was on to Prague, and I'll post more on that soon.