On to Dublin
Thursday was gray, so we decided to make our way directly back
to the airport to return our car. In some ways, John was in heaven because
after the first 45 minutes of our trip, we hit the M6. He wasn't quite sure to
do with all that space! And the speed! Our little Scoda Citgo almost burst its
pistons to keep up with the 120 km speed limit. The trade-off, however, was
boredom. Freeways or motorways or autostradas or whatever you call them are
boring compared with the smaller roads. No scenery to speak of. No quaint
villages. Oh well.
The business at the airport went very smoothly and we found the
queue for the Aircoach in all the madness. A two day strike of,the bus drivers
had begun and so there were no traditional bus services either Thursday or
Friday. Thank gosh Aircoach was running! Eight euros to the Donneybrook stop
and we were close. A short walk to 47 St Ann's, Ailesbury and we were there.
Navigating the intersection was tricky, but we lived to tell the tale.
We spent the rest of Thursday exploring the neighborhood around
the flat--there are lots of shops and markets to outfit the kitchen for
breakfast and simple dinners.
And, a rainbow from the living room window, just for us.
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