Today was a sad day: I had to leave this beautiful country where I felt at home.
I got up early and saw Chrissy off to the Aran Islands, and then I decided to explore Galway some more on my own. I walked around the St. Nicholas Collegiate Church, which was really pretty. I checked out the Spanish Arch, which was interesting. I wanted to check out a couple of museums, too, but they weren’t open at that hour. After I did some last minute sightseeing, I bought myself a pair of Connemara wool socks (I’m in love), my Ireland shot glass, and a few postcards. I made my way over to the bay to admire the Claddagh one more time before leaving, and sat there for about 20 minutes, just to drink it all in one last time.
I decided to grab some tea and bite at the G.B.C. (Galway Bakery Company). Their vegetable soup was pretty good, but the sandwich was nothing to write home about. The tea, however, was delicious, and once again, that feeling of “home” washed over me as I sipped. I wrote in my journal and did some hardcore people watching from my window seat. I must’ve been there for about an hour before I realized I should probably head over to the bus station.
My bus trip only cost 1 euro (woohoo!), took three and a half hours, and brought me directly to the Dublin Airport. I had to sit in the airport for a bit (I took the earlier bus since it was 12 euro cheaper), so I grabbed a latte at Starbucks. Have I mentioned how much I miss that stupid coffeeshop? Drinking my vanilla latte was like drinking in “home,” so it was quite nice. I grabbed my last scone and sandwich at this little airport cafe called O’Briens, and started walking towards my gate. I finally boarded my ridiculous-looking blue-and-yellow Ryanair plane around 7, and waved good-bye to my green little country as the plane took off. A coulple of hours later, I was back in Beauvais and boarding my shuttle bus.
As I struggled to keep my eyes open, and I managed to catch a glimpse out of the bus window. What I saw was beautiful: the larget, reddest, fullest moon I have ever seen in my entire life. I couldn’t help but smile and think, Paris ain’t so bad, herself.
Hey guys, I'm Katie! Welcome to my blog, where I ramble on about anything and everything. I'm 21 years old, a rising senior at Boston College and am pursuing a major in International Studies and a minor in French. I just returned from studying abroad at Sciences Po in Paris, so most of the entries from the past five months consist of my cultural experiences, my passionate love affair with French food, my close encounters of the third wine, and my ramblings about crazy French people. I love photography, traveling, reading, and cooking. I love all kinds of music; check out what I'm listening to at last.fm. I also enjoy a good tweet now and again. Check out some more random facts about me, if you're so inclined...
À bientôt, Ireland, à bientôt
I got up early and saw Chrissy off to the Aran Islands, and then I decided to explore Galway some more on my own. I walked around the St. Nicholas Collegiate Church, which was really pretty. I checked out the Spanish Arch, which was interesting. I wanted to check out a couple of museums, too, but they weren’t open at that hour. After I did some last minute sightseeing, I bought myself a pair of Connemara wool socks (I’m in love), my Ireland shot glass, and a few postcards. I made my way over to the bay to admire the Claddagh one more time before leaving, and sat there for about 20 minutes, just to drink it all in one last time.
I decided to grab some tea and bite at the G.B.C. (Galway Bakery Company). Their vegetable soup was pretty good, but the sandwich was nothing to write home about. The tea, however, was delicious, and once again, that feeling of “home” washed over me as I sipped. I wrote in my journal and did some hardcore people watching from my window seat. I must’ve been there for about an hour before I realized I should probably head over to the bus station.
As I struggled to keep my eyes open, and I managed to catch a glimpse out of the bus window. What I saw was beautiful: the larget, reddest, fullest moon I have ever seen in my entire life. I couldn’t help but smile and think, Paris ain’t so bad, herself.