The next night Bruno (Ben’s good friend from work) was gracious enough to open his house to us since his can actually hold a fair amount of people, so we made a dinner for Mike and Tauna to meet all of our international friends. A simple dinner with the wine flowing made for some good times.
The following day I woke Mike and Tauna right before leaving for work and we had a nice night planned, but about 10am it dawned on me that our flight was not leaving early Friday morning. Instead it was leaving that night! Oops! I called Ben to let him know the somewhat bad news and ran home during my lunch break to pack. I got ahold of our travel companions, let them know that really our flight was that night and they would be home in time for us all to get to the airport. After a super brisk jog/walk home from work, we grabbed the suitcases and were off to the airport. It is about a five-minute walk to the Aircoach bus to the airport and while walking down the street there was Land Rover that came blasting its music down the street, and it was none other than Ireland’s finest, Colin Farrell. That was a good sign that this was going to be a Great trip!
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