We woke up as late as Adah would allow and got packing. Checkout was at twelve, our flight was at five and we were committed to not have another airport experience like Gatwick. Travel to the airport was pretty painless, Google Maps failed us but we figured it out using our brains , how about that? (Brain 1 : Google 0) Not only was travel easy, checking was painless. Aeir Lingus even offered for us to check our carry-on’s talk about service! Way better than *coughEasyJetcough*
We passed by restaurant, pastry kiosk and all sorts of delicious options on our way to the terminal. “We’ll just wait.” As we traveled up moving sidewalks, stairs and bridges we walked up to the airport and I suddently remembered the Paris terminals. They are small with almost nothing in them but a small coffee stand and trinket store. We missed our chance for the good stuff. I should have re-read our blogs before travel because I forgot how terrible the Paris security was. Granted, a lot has gone on in Paris in recent years so I get it. But, man…
We had a baby on the verge of sleep fully interrupted when her stroller had to be broken down and sent through a scanner, Bethany and I went back and forth taking off our shoes when no one else had to all the while trying to quell another Adah breakdown in the middle of security. When we finally got things back together and were in the terminal Adah was wired but cranky. She was tired by her own admission but didn’t want to lay down or sleep. So for the next three hours instead of relaxing next to a sleeping baby we chased said baby around the terminal trying to stop her from running behind peoples chairs, eat things that weren’t hers and generally spread germs to the other kids nearby.
The plane arrived, not soon enough, but at least it came and my heart didn’t almost explode getting it. Though, I wonder if I’d prefer that over chasing a grumpy toddler? Maybe.
The flight was about an hour twenty and one of the flight attendants who had a girl around Adah’s age gave us some milk upon request for Adah, what a blessing. Adah didn’t sleep on the flight. But she was somewhat cuddly. The benefit of this flight is there were a bunch of other grumpy sick toddlers making all sorts of racket that any of hers just blended in. God bless other traveling families.
We arrived in Dublin at 32 degrees farenheit and Adah konked out in the stroller. God bless strollers. We then got all our junked packed it up and looked for bus 702 as we were instructed to by our AirBNB host. We couldn’t find it so we figured out where we needed to be and what bus from the Airport took us there and jumped on. The walk from the bus stop to our place was short but cold. On top of that Adah woke up and started crying again wanting to be out of her stroller. “Sorry my love, it’s to cold.”
We arrived on Blood Stoney Road and found our place. The number above the door appeared slightly different than the number in our instructions but the code worked, good news. In off the street, into our new home and settled. Time to grab some food and wait for the rest of the fam to arrive later tonight. Looks like some more Puffin Rock and relaxing.
Funny Sidenote: As I waited for everyone to arrive a phone in our residence rang shortly after a smoke alarm I triggered went off. I figured I should answer it. When I did I had an amazing back and forth with a possibly drunk (at the very least sassy) Irish woman. Here is the gist of it…
Woman: “Did you leave me a message?”
Me: “Are you are AirBNB host? We arrived around 6.”
Woman: “Well you’re very precise aren’t you?”
Me: “Excuse me? I’m not sure what you mean.”
Woman: “Where’d you learn that American accent?”
Me: “I’m American, we’re in town visiting for the week and we just arrived.”
Woman: “Oh Get the f**k out of here.”
Me: “Yeah… we’re excited to be here.”
Woman: “O Get the f**k out of here, you’re just messin.”
Me: “I’m sorry if there is any confusion but I’m not sure who left you a message. It was not me, we just arrived here.”
Woman: “O get the f**k out of here.”
Me: “Well thank you, I hope you have a wonderful night.”
Woman: “Okay then”
