There it is. The object that consumed almost half of my day on Sunday.
With no cell phone, a dead computer and no other way of communicating with the outside world, the adventure of retrieving my lost suitcase was a slow, long journey. After deciding against taking a cab out to Shannon Airport, the only other option was taking the bus. I got up at 8:30 and started my journey back the route I came on Sunday. Option No. 1 was to take the city bus back downtown and take the Express Bus back to the airport. However, when I arrived at the first bus stop, I learned that the routes did not begin until 11:20. Awesome. So onward I went on foot. It was only after I left that I forgot my map and only had a vague recollection of where the bus station was. (I should start writing stuff down. Nah, I'm a man.)
Walking along N7 (Dublin Road) was quite nice. I explored the town and saw the sights of downtown. (There is a Burger King and Dominoes here!) The walk ended up being almost four miles -- I learned this after the fact. The only point of reference I had downtown was Wilson Street, where I got on the bus yesterday. After making a few random turns, which I thought would keep me in the right direction, I found Wilson and surveyed the area. After walking half a block and turning around I saw Wickham Street, which is the road I took to Wilson from the bus station on Saturday. I would like to thank Sean Wickham. If not for knowing him, I probably would not have remembered the street (all though the All-Star Tattoo Parlor also was a big clue). Score one for Scotus. Also, score one for Lincoln's innate ability to find where he is going based on vague memories.
Anyway, I quickly made it back onto the bus and out to Shannon. At the Airport, my bag was returned and I did a little jig. Back to Limerick with two more bus rides. Back in the apartment I took my first shower in two days and met up with the other Nebraska folk. I also watched my first Gaelic football match. It was interesting, but to say I fully understand it is an outright lie.
In the afternoon, we had an informal meeting with the study abroad group. There are 16 of us in all: Three from Nebraska, one from Stetson in St. Petersburg, one from Cleveland State-Marshall and the rest from Kansas. We got an overview from one of the professors and decided to go somewhere to watch the Euro 2008 championship match. (Note to Nathan: you can skip the rest of the entry as it deals with soccer.
There was a good-sized crowd at the pub that was almost all pulling for Spain. We watched the match (as seen to the left) and had a merry ol' time. After Spain won 1-0, several people started singing the International Soccer Song of Happiness (Ole, ole, ole. Ole. Ole.) Good times.
I'd add more pictures of my room, but the Internet connection is slow. I'll try tomorrow -- the first day of classes. Woo.
1 comment:
Glad you are safely there... and your suitcase!
Mom
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