This is the last picture I took while in Ireland. We had just gotten through Airport security, cashed in the Euro's for American (I left Ireland with $35 dollars! Astonishing!) then promptly spent them in the last Irish Pub I would set foot in on Irish soil.
You have to love the Pub. If you are looking to meet a rugby player, or football player, hang out in the Irish Pub at the Airport. It was noisy, boisterous, shoulder to shoulder, full of testosterone and I prayed they were on the plane with us! Alas, they were not.
For me, some of the best parts of the trip is the traveling. Perhaps this is a left over from my childhood when we would pile into the family station wagon for our family vacation adventures. I still love the act of "getting there" almost as the place itself.
On our way home from Ireland, we had filled up a water bottle with vodka! A great way to spend the eight hour flight to Chicago. After the first round of drinks, the flight attendants abandoned us and left us to our own devices. Joe went up and down the aisles, bringing us orange juice! We watched two air line worthy movies, he slept, I read.
My magic carpet ride.