Layovers

We left Dublin today; ‘twas very sad. I want to go back. We flew to London and had about seven or eight hours before our flight to Germany. We took the Tube to see Westminster Abby. We got there too late; we didn’t get to go in. We saw Big Ben. I had my picture taken in front of it. Then we had fish and chips at the Silver Cross. The bartender gave us a little history lesson on the black-and-tans (a English police force sent to subdue the Irish). We had just a short time to go to the Café in the Crypt, a café Patrick had been to, located in the basement of a cathedral. We couldn’t see the sanctuary because it was closing.

Because we needed to be at the airport soon, we rushed to the Tube. After eating the fish and chips, all of the rushing, the hot, stuffy, crowded train, and a rough ride, I had a panic attack. It was the worst one I had ever had. We had to ride the train for about an hour. I kept wanting to get off for some fresh air but we didn’t have time. I felt like puking and passing out. I made it to the airport and felt better.

While waiting to board our flight to Germany, Patrick was getting the money straight. It seemed we may have forgotten to pay for our lunch. Patrick felt so bad, he called the restaurant to see if anyone had stiffed them today. Patrick explained and the guy said that next time we were in London, to stop by for a free lunch for being honest. Turns out we did pay. Mary Ann had given us 20 pounds, which Patrick didn’t account for. Now we are in Frankfurt, Germany for the night. We fly out early to Addis.

I miss Ireland. I don’t have any desire to live anywhere else in Europe, of course, I really haven’t seen much of it. I am just so captured by Ireland. The people, the landscapes, music, pubs, and acents. I want to go back for longer than two days. Maybe the Lord will let me someday.