The Real Adventures of Me: Days 30, 31, 32, and 33

Having just returned from adventures on the emerald shores of the homeland of my ancestors, I have many experiences to share, and a lot less money than I had before I left....but that can't be helped. I mean, it IS the home of Guiness.....haha, you know me better than that!!! Eh.......don't you?

Oh well. So, Thursday I had art class again, and I think I am getting better, but when you are surrounded by a lot of really talented artistic people, it is hard to determine. But we left for the airport before dinner and had to take two tubes and a train to get there. And then we had to PAY to check in there! 4 quid! Seriously, if I had to pay $8 to check in in the States, I would walk everywhere or travel by boat. If you travel to London, don't use Gatwick. Anyway, we landed in Ireland at 10:00 and the sun was JUST SETTING!!! So weird! And Ryanair unloaded us from the front AND the back! I have always thought that the back of the plane should be used for unloading, and somebody listened to me! Our hostel was just like any other hostel...a little dirty, a little scary, and, of course, in a darkened alley. But they had toilets, showers (sort of), and beds, so we didn't complain.

Friday we took a bus tour to the Wicklow mountains, lakes, and valleys, and Lori Rahlf, I have to contest with you on your "Montana has the best air in the world" theory, because, having experienced both, I would have to say that Irish countryside air is the best in the world. Sorry. What I saw on that tour was the epitome of what we all consider Ireland. It was AMAZING! We got back to Dublin that evening and walked around, ate some cheap food, and generally avoided crowds as Celine Dion was in town and we didn't want to get trapped with a bunch of drunk Celine fans, though it might have made for some great pics. We did get to see a cricket match at Trinity College, which was fun, if a little confusing.

Saturday we spent in Dublin, shopping around, going to St. Patrick's cathedral, and finding a whole lot of really cool family name memorabilia. Then we had to come back to London, which was the scariest adventure of my life. See, they decided that starting on June 1st, they would no longer allow alcohol or drunk people on the Underground. So what did everybody decide to do on May 31st from 9-midnight? Why, get shnockered up and ride the tube for hours and hours until they were forced off! This, of course, led to the closure of the underground rail that my companions and I needed to return to the Centre, and so we were forced outside, smack INTO the brouhaha of drunken, high, and moral decrepit Brits fighting with the police, blocking traffic, singing horribly off key, and approaching innocent pedestrians with truly abomianble breath and utterly unacceptable invitations. The four of us EVENTUALLY caught a taxi, mostly because he was stopped at a red light and we walked into traffic to talk to him. We paid 20 quid to get home, but when you are fearing for your life and your chastity and your wallet, who cares? We FINALLY got home around 11:45, and we were all shaking when we walked in. I thought that Rice-Eccles staduim on BYU-Utah game day was hell, but this one might take the cake. Close call, though. I'll have to think about that.
Today was nice, just going to church and then napping for a few hours. We have a fireside in a few minutes, and then dessert--huzzah! More adventures this week, but I'll talk about those as they come.

Cheers!