Sleeping on airplanes is NOT one of my special talents. I wish it was. I wish I was one of those people who can fall asleep sitting up and not wake-up until the plane touches down.
Alas, that’s not me.
However, due to my lack of any real sleep, I did get to see the sunrise in Iceland. There’s nothing quite like watching the sunrise in a new place. To see something so familiar somewhere completely foreign. It is comforting. No matter where I am wandering, the world is still turning as it travels around the Sun.
After catching my connecting flight in Iceland, I finally made it to Ireland around 10:40 in the morning. I won’t bore you with details of my airport experience, mainly because it was about as boring and straightforward as most airport experiences.
The same cannot be said for my taxi to my accommodations.
For the second time in three years, I happened to be flying into a city where Pope Francis happened to be attending (holding?) Mass. In Fall 2015, I was returning to Philadelphia from attending a Taylor Swift Concert. This time I was, of course, coming to Ireland to study abroad. Pope France was, on both occasions, presiding over the World Meeting of Families, which is an international event held every three years.
My taxi driver was a superstar. Despite multiple road closings, bumper to bumper traffic, and police road blocks, he dropped me off only a couple of blocks from my apartment building. I won’t mention how much that particular taxicab cost though…
In attempting to make my way to my building, I took a wrong turn and ended up wandering up a side-street. However, before my very tired, jet-lagged, and slightly overwhelmed self could figure out what direction to turn, I happened to look up the street and see two very familiar figures walking towards me–my parents (who had arrived in Ireland the day before).
They had also taken a wrong turn. Needless to say, I started waving like a crazy person. They saw me and together we managed to figure out where I would be staying for the next four months. We then had afternoon tea. It was perfect!
I meant to finish and post this blog earlier in the week (i.e. Monday), but time got away from me per usual. I’ll post later this week about Trinity and what the city (the little of it I’ve seen is like). I’ve also taken very few pictures so far. I’m just trying to figure out what my routine looks like, so stay-tuned.
P.S. I do not plan on being in Rome in 2021 for the next World Meeting of Families, so, hopefully, this was my second and last time navigating the particular type of traffic madness that occurs when Pope Francis comes to town.