June 4, 2006
Another travel day, from JFK to Barcelona by way of Dublin. You know those days where everything seems to go wrong? Well, this was exactly opposite. The desk clerk opted not to charge us for our well-over-the-weight-limit luggage, the flights were on time, and, most awesome of all, we somehow wound up in business class. Two Tylenol PMs later, I spent most of the flight passed out, drooling on Dean’s shoulder, which is to say I enjoyed the flight. When we passed through Dublin, Dean and I were both quite pleased that we got a Dublin stamp in our passports. On the layover, we asked airport personnel more questions than we needed to just to listen to the brogues. We also tried to spot an Irish person who was NOT wearing the color green. It was pretty difficult. They really like that color.
On the flight from Dublin to Barcelona, I tried a cheese-relish-coleslaw-spinach sandwich. It tastes exactly like it sounds. Weird.
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