Today should be the day that I write a triumphant post about how awesome Ireland was and how much fun I had and how I tackled my first solo trip with guts and came home with the glory. Unfortunately, I didn’t go to Ireland. Because it snowed, again. Yes, if you’re keeping track at home, this is my second trip in THREE weeks to be canceled on account of snow (which locals keep assuring me NEVER happens). This time around I was literally sitting on the plane when they canceled my flight. Apparently they couldn’t clear the runway fast enough to keep up with the falling snow. In the 2 1/2 hours I sat on the plane it snowed about 2 1/2 inches. Not my kinda math. I could have stayed the night in the airport and tried to get a flight out the next day but I knew they were forecasting more snow so instead I took a train home at midnight then paid a taxi $10 to drive me to the bottom of my hill. He started up the hill but just slid back down (during which time the meter racked up another $0.60). Soooo, first I couldn’t get into this country and now I can’t seem to get out.
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