For all of you who have to have closure (you know who you are) you can sleep easy knowing that I made it home safely from my London adventure.
The week before I left we drove across England, through Wales, and took a ferry to Ireland. I loved Glendalough, which is an old village in the misty green hills of Ireland. It looked just like I pictured Ireland would. I didn't like Dublin very much. It may have just been the incessant rain, but I really didn't like the city much. It seemed like it was filled with drunk, rowdy Irish people. I witnessed three (yes, three) fights in one day: one bloody one between two women on the street (the police came), one in McDonalds (the security man threw them out), and one outside our hostel window in the middle of the night.
Life after Ireland was pretty crazy because there were final papers to write, tests to take, and things to be packed. Our schedule was way too tight, but I managed to finish everything with a couple of almost sleep-free nights.
My trip home was pretty uneventful. I flew on a 767 to Atlanta, and on a 757 from there to Portland. The trip took 25 hours from doorstep to doorstep, and I was pretty exhausted by the end of it. I've been waking up at unnaturally early hours of the morning for most of the week, but I think that I'm finally almost over the jet lag.
I drove up to Seattle tonight to begin the second phase of my summer: an internship at Google. I'm looking forward to it.