For those of you that don’t know- One of my favorite things to do is research. I’m sure thats part of why I couldn’t bring myself to do a guided tour of Ireland. For months I have researched B&B, Castles, Airlines and car rentals. I hate surprises especially if not mostly when I travel. There is so much that is already out of your control- unless you know how to fly a plane. I dated a pilot once but for some reason we never got around to teaching me how to fly- although we spent a lot of time in his planes…I digress. As I was saying I researched the shit out of every decision I made and nucking nothing was left to chance.
First choice was airline- I knew I didn’t want to fly British as I read some pretty bad things about connecting flights in Heathrow, besides their “premium economy” seemed to be an economy seat with a curtain around it. Instead I decided on Lufthansa…A-mazing.
Check out my first meal spread- its missing the two very generous pours of white wine and my post coital- I mean post-dinner Bailey’s
So Lufthansa gets a freaking A+ from me- besides the food the seat was comfortable and the entertainment selection was out of hand. I never even cracked open my Mac.
Now let’s talk car rental- I really don’t want to get into it cause Im still a little peeved but for the sake of posterity. Did anyone ever see that epidose of Seinfeld when he has to get a rental because his car is in the shop and when he arrives no car. “Anyone can take a reservation…its the holding part thats important” I mean I know I’m pretty and pretty is usually stupid but as per usual these stupid boys are catching me on the day when I’m collecting balls. I got my car except for some reason they messed it up and put everything ON THE WRONG FREAKING SIDE. Ok I could lie to you now and tell you that its not that big a deal…….
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Its fucking nuts!!!! sorry for all the cursing but its required. There might not be a more rational and yet irrational fear of not being able to drive, but there I was in the Hertz airport parking lot frozen in fear. I eventually worked myself out of the car park and around the airport ohh just about 7 times. Thus began the three hour journey to my first B&B in Cork which when you look at the map- go down about 100km I’m right at the tip…oh my god get your mind out of the gutter. Geez!
As my three hour journey on the wrong side of the car, wrong side of the road and wrong side of the world started there was something lurking, I can’t believe I didn’t smell it coming. So náive..again sore subject let’s just say the three hour drive turned into 6hrs and 2o something minutes. There were times on the road I really thought I was going to fall asleep and I started to get so upset that the trip was going wrong already and then I literally just looked to the side of the car and realized, I’m seeing Ireland. The whole point was for me to see it and the detours that caused me to lose more time helped me gain new perspective.
Oh and right now I am laying down in my beautiful four poster bed looking out at the Dunmanus Bay- no I will not tell you what I’m wearing. I mean my gosh this is a travel blog sir…stop asking these things of me…ok fine if you insist I’m wearing the t-shirt my sister changed me into the other day that I might have had a little too much to drink- makes me feel she’s here with me. Sofia is here too..
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