A million hours later, the eagle, aka Hoolia, has landed in Barcelona. What a trip thus far. I have to preface this post with the fact that I have not had a “real” night since I left NYC at 6:40pm and arrived to Dublin at 5:15am, though the flight was only 6 hours. The time difference helped me skip the sleepin part, so I’m a bit groggy.
Let me first share my observations from Dublin:
1. “Cheerio” and “buggy” are commonly used words and I couldn’t help but giggle.
2. I may not be welcome back into Ireland, for real.The customs guy gave me the third degree about what I was doing in Europe, when I was going to get a return ticket from Spain, why I was there, etc. He plugged info into the computer and marked my passport suspiciously.
3. Paying for a muffin and orange juice with a bill and getting euro coins back, in dollar amounts, was interesting. At first I felt jipped, but then I looked at the amounts and smiled.
4. I got off the plane and had no idea where to go. Go figure. That was not the first time that has happened to me internationally.
5. Garth Brooks’ song, “Ireland” was in my head as I was landing, but unlike him, where he says, “Ireland I am coming home,” I most definitely was not.
But that is that and now I’m in rainy/stormy Barcelona. Ramon picked me up, and we went to look at cell phones (I have a local number here cause, well, I guess I’m a local, if only an impersonator), then had a Coca Cola Zero and a tapa in the plaza. Good times thus far, though it’s hard to believe I am in fact not just a visitor here.
This city is pretty interesting! So much more to explore and enjoy…