Hell on Wheels

Well I made it to Ireland!! It was literally the worst trip of my life but I made it. You aren't going to believe me after I tell you what happened.

It all started when I was packing. I'm allowed 10 kg and a suitcase that's smaller than my backpack as a carry on. I loaded it up only to run out of space or weight limit.. So I had this awesome idea to cheat the system. I would wear 4 dresses, a pair of jeans, boots, and 2 jackets on the plane! HA now look at all the clothes I can fit! Seemed like a great idea at the time.

I took a city bus to the big bus station. First I almost missed the stop so I was yelling at the driver to stop again, then I forgot one of my jackets on the bus so I was chasing him down the street to try to get him to stop. Ok, got all my stuff.

Bus ride from Granada to Malaga- I was seated net to the only person on the bus who snored like a baby dinosaur. Awesome. So much for catching up from last night..

I got to the airport and met this nice British family while I was waiting in line to check in. when they found out I was flying Ryan Air, the man laughed and said "Yea, it'll be your last time too." Great. They also said that since I wasn't checking a bag, I didn't need to stand here, I could just go to security. Well that was helpful! Thank you!

I got through security, through border control, and gave my ticket to the lady to board the plane. She said I was missing the stamp from the Ryan Air office (which I should have gotten at the check in line which those people told me to leave) and that I couldn't get on the plane unless I had it. I booked it to the office. Down 3 flights of starts and across the mile long airport (all bundled up in boots, jeans, 4 dresses, and 2 jackets no less) to get this stamp so I could go through check in and border control all over again.

Got the stamp. Check.

Made it through security. Check.

I am so sweaty at this point that it's pretty much soaked through all my 16 layers, and my hair looks like I've been sitting in a sauna. I give my passport to border control again and they ask me if I speak spanish.. ok.. this is weird..

They told me that since I didn't tell them I needed to get the stamp and come back, I couldn't go through again! As they're telling me this I'm thinking, "I did not just run up 3 flights of stairs and across this whole stupid airport for you to tell me I can't get on my plane that is waiting for me!"

Instead, naturally, I started crying.

Oh yea, straight up, hyperventilating/alligator tears/red eyes. The whole shebang. These two men who probably dealt with tears like my brothers- get away from crying object as fast as possible- looked at each other, looked at me, and one of them said it was lucky that he remembered me, just don't do it again. YES.

Got on the plane and immediately started stripping off layers. I got stuck between two Irish men who probably thought I was insane. It had to be like a bad scene from Coyote Ugly- elevator music with sweaty, frazzled, crying girl taking off an embarrassing amount of clothes. At least I remembered to stop taking off clothes when I got to the bottom layer.. Good to go!

When we landed, I had 24 minutes to find my bus to Limerick. Checking my passport took forever and I was treated to the Spanish Inquisition about why I needed to visit a sorority sister for a full week. I ran through all the way to baggage claim/exit, all the while shamelessly asking for directions to where my bus was. I got to my bus at 12:31 and this lady came off as I was running up "Oh dear, are you ok? Here, let me take your bag." The driver walked up and looked at me... I know I looked rough. All I got was "God bless your heart" and was ushered to a seat.

I've been itching to start running again now that my butt is healed. I'm just going to chalk this up to God's little push to get going on the cardio again. He sure has some sense of humor. I mean, an airport wasn't exactly my idea of getting in the miles, but I definitely think I sweated off at least one love handle after all of that!

But here we are. I'm with Abby now. She has a great place- it's like an apartment but she shares a kitchen with 7 other people. I'll keep ya posted on our adventures! I'm so excited!!

Love Maddy