Europe adventure. Day 1 of 34. Part 2.
Written in the Dublin airport.
It's amazing how different everything is. Little things, like the toilets and the drinks. I just keep staring at things. For instance what looked like a bottle of orange juice but had a label saying apple and carrot juice. People drink that? Or the little bottles of wine and the big bottles of beer that aren't behind any counter or in their own special section, aren't supervised by anyone, they're just with all the other drinks. That's just how it is.
My flight got in early. That's why I'm sitting here with a cup of tea waiting for the next bus. I didn't get much sleep. I tried, but with the bright lights and the flight attendant with the neat bun and the straight nose calling "Would anyone like another cup of tea? Another cup of tea?" in her Irish accent it wasn't easy. What does someone do at this hour besides sleep? That's what I want to know. 4:30am is the middle of the night! And yet I don't even know when I will get sleep in the foreseeable future. Not soon.
That's okay, though. The sun is coming up and I am heading to the train station. Maybe I'll be able to sleep on the train.
My flight got in early. That's why I'm sitting here with a cup of tea waiting for the next bus. I didn't get much sleep. I tried, but with the bright lights and the flight attendant with the neat bun and the straight nose calling "Would anyone like another cup of tea? Another cup of tea?" in her Irish accent it wasn't easy. What does someone do at this hour besides sleep? That's what I want to know. 4:30am is the middle of the night! And yet I don't even know when I will get sleep in the foreseeable future. Not soon.
That's okay, though. The sun is coming up and I am heading to the train station. Maybe I'll be able to sleep on the train.
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