Day 6--IRL, Dublin

Still on the plane to London Heathrow, sleeping poorly and feeling like crap. I woke up and went to the bathroom, then came back and was served breakfast. I didn’t eat it (though I ate dinner before falling asleep). I broke out in a sweat and got to use those nifty barf bags that are always in the backs of the plane seats. I’m pretty sure it was my Crohn’s and it wiped me out energy wise. The attendant came by shortly after and asked “Is that a bag of sick?” before taking it from me. I then got a page to identify myself—apparently I dropped my wallet in the bathroom. Someone turned it in—nothing missing. Arrived in London and made a LONG walk from Terminal 4 to Terminal 1 to catch our flight to Dublin. We made it on time, but the walk was hard on Grandma. The flight was just over an hour long. Went through customs then got our bags (seemed a bit backwards) and met our Tour Director Helen. Our bus driver Anto took some others and us to the Clarion in Dublin. We were in our room by 1:30pm and decided to shower before the Dublin City Tour. Left at 3:00pm and went to Trinity College to see the Book of Kells and the Library. Visited some local shops before boarding the coach for the rest of the tour and the ride back to the hotel. Napped for a while and skipped out on the 7:00pm Welcome Drink. We had dinner at the hotel at 7:30pm. Sat with some Canadians, Michigan natives, and New Zealanders. A few struck up some political conversations. Leave it to the staunch Republicans from Michigan to sound like Jack-Asses. Directed my attention more towards the other end of the table with the Canadians. Retired for the evening to sleep on a lovely fold out bed. Mom and I decided to sleep crossways so the bar wasn’t in our back all night.