Why must all good things come to an end?
24.09.2015 - 25.09.2015 13 °C
My ribs hurt from laughing. I don't know if it's because we're delirious from not sleeping or everything really is this funny, but Ireland has really been a blast. My last day Ashlea brought me to an art park and we all went out to dinner. It was a wonderful end to a great trip.
Ash and I, on one last final road trip, went to the airport at 4am the next morning. I made it to my gate with one minute to spare (win!). When I arrived I was a bit nervous about immigration. I wasn't exactly sure if I needed a visa to shoot at the World Cup.
Woman at immigration: Oh good morning. You're Canadian! Well isn't that just lovely. How long are you staying for?
Me: Um, well until the last Canadian rugby game and then I'll be heading to Scotland. Maybe the 8th?
Woman: O! And Scotland is just so lovely. You have a wonderful time. Next!
I got out of immigration and realized the money exchange counter wouldn't be open for hours, but a kind gentleman saw me, offered to pay my bus, then bought me breakfast while we chatted and talked about his travels/life and dropped me off at my hotel.
ENGLAND IS MAGICAL.