I Wish I Had the Luck of the Irish
It’s been four days since I arrived in Ireland, and what a whirlwind it has been.
My journey to Galway began in Syracuse. I rode with my mom to Hancock airport and we waited 45 minutes to get my bags checked, a half hour for me to say a tear-filled goodbye to the strongest woman I know, and another hour for my flight to Newark, N.J. to be delayed, first a half hour then 4 hours. Not being a world traveler, I started to get really worried. Was this what my entire trip was going to be like? I soon learned that flying to Ireland during January, as the polar vortex took hold of nearly…
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