At the airport in Dublin. Down this escalator is the US customs place. In this airport, I went through 2 security check-points, and one in Edinburgh... wow. I kept buying water, and then having to throw it away.I found 4 other nice Americans that were on my plane, they were all students at St. Andrews and going home to the US for the holidays. It was nice to complain to them about the hour it took to get into the airport. Then me and Sarah, one of the Americans were on the same flight to Chicago. She went to New Trier high school, Loyola's big rival. All of the Americans went to Starbucks. But them Sarah and I left fast because another girl said our gate was far away... it was!!! and, my duffel bag strap had broke and it was very heavy to carry, so I literally dragged it across the airport floor for what felt like miles. The gate was so far away and there were no carts around! My fingers started to hurt and I had to change my hand position many times. At one point, toward the beginning of our journey to our gate, I told Sarah I would meet her at our gate because we were getting a little nervous about getting to the gate quick enough. But, I was never far behind, and pasted her at the Customs area. Of course, we got to the gate with time to spare. Enough time to talk to two other women about Chicago, and get a coke and crisps (salt and vinegar, my favorite),and sit there and rest from my long trek. |
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