Okay. I am sitting in my hotel in Dublin and here's how things are going.
My flight was delayed and I was really confused where to go; I found the Information center and they sent me down this scary labyrinth of walkways and tunnels until I got to my gate, the flight was bumpy (probably the bumpiest flight I have ever been on - I kept picturing myself stranded on a magical island with the people on the flight with me) but I finally arrived in Dublin. I did have to go through customs.. here's how it went:
*heart pounding* *hands over passport*
*passport officer looks down his nose at me*
" 'ow long ya 'ere for?"
*I wait for more questions*
"Oh," I said, fumbling, "that's it? THANK you, sir!"
*runs away from desk*
I found an ATM, no problem. Got 40 euros.
I found a taxi cab no problem.
The cab driver was incredibly nice and chatty and told me all sorts of fun stories.
The cab fare was 39 euros (jesus. that was lucky).
I checked in to my hotel.
I called my contact at Red, he was excited to hear from me, and is coming to meet me and Adam (when he gets here) soon.
The best part? Not only are the outlets here the UK outlets, but there is also a US OUTLET HERE BY MY DESK. I missed that little outlet shape, and it's even labeled "110 V". I could plug things from home in and not blow myself up! This is the greatest hotel I have ever been in. I don't even have anything US to plug into it, but seeing that there is so, so comforting.
So I am feeling a lot better. I suppose I could have just deleted my whole blog entry from earlier today, but I want to remember how those moments felt. I'm a writer, what can I say. I like to collect emotions so I can use them in my writing later. And, you know, learn from mistakes and stuff.
WHAT. I just got a knock on my door, and thinking it was someone from RTE I jumped up and threw the door open.. it was just the doorman, bringing me a PRESENT. From the HOTEL. They brought me a box of chocolates and a letter signed by the general manager of the hotel thanking me for staying here and a voucher for a free drink down at the bar downstairs. I LOVE Ireland.
The chocolates say "Purveyors of Happiness". Aw. It's like they knew exactly what I needed.
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