Day One

Dublin Airport, 6:53am. It is a totally beautiful day, sunny and clear not a cloud around which I hear is unheard of.

I left this morning from SFO and my flight was running late. So as my connecting flight was boarding we hadn’t even touched down in Boston and I was sweating, and white nuckled. Once we touched down I had to get a boarding pass from a different terminal that was across the airport, I dashed down the corridors and tried to make it on time, but it was already 6:20 the time my flight to Dublin was to be taking off. After cutting numerous old people off and getting lost a few times I found my way to the ticket counter, which ended up calling the gate and holding the plane for me!

I had to go through security again, luckily the line was not long and I raced through. While putting my belt back on I somehow looped it through my backpack, oops… This made a rather embarrassing scene when I finally got to the plan and everyone was in their seat and I come running in sweaty and out of breath.  As I tried to sit quickly and stealthily, I reach to remove my backpack and it will not budge… Lovely, I have turned into a dear in the headlights as the whole cabin stairs as I take off my belt, simultaneously dropping my passport and numerous other documents on the floor. I think I really freaked out Steve, my seat buddy because instead of saying, “hello I’m Oce I think this is my seat…” I start taking off my pants! Not the most graceful entrance I have ever had.  Hopefully the rest of the day turns out well!