Final day in Ireland
We got up early so we would arrive at the airport in time to clear customs, check in and return the rented car. After clearance we had time to kill, so we browsed through numerous shops. I got a few more gifts and souvenirs. I was loaded down by the time I joined patient and understanding world traveler Brenda. She goes on so many flights with the military, I don’t think she ever unpacks.
When we finally boarded the plane and got settled, I felt a hand on my shoulder. A flight attendant said “Mrs. Horton? Will you come with me, please?”
I was smuggling dirt and rocks for my mother’s grave, plus that incredible flower plant that we found at Blarney Castle. Oh well, it’s really not a plant till you get it rooted— is it?
When I disembarked the plane they had a bag that they thought might have been my lost suitcase. It was not— sorry to say. At least I wasn’t arrested.
We had an extremely long flight, but Brenda and I were served a drink with our meals. We were on-board the plane for about 13 hours. When we got to the states and landed in Atlanta the honeymoon was over. The personnel there were almost rude— no personal graciousness that we found in Ireland. They almost would have used cattle prongs to move us along. Our country sure could use some tips from other countries. What is that motto on the Statue of Liberty?
Never mind the immigrants— this is the treatment they give their own. We boarded the flight out of Atlanta and landed in Syracuse late at night. Darlene met us at the airport and drove us home. She stayed and chatted a while, but Brenda was beat and headed for home.
Brenda took hundreds of the most fabulous pictures. When she gets them all finished I will get a set and share them later with you.
We got up early so we would arrive at the airport in time to clear customs, check in and return the rented car. After clearance we had time to kill, so we browsed through numerous shops. I got a few more gifts and souvenirs. I was loaded down by the time I joined patient and understanding world traveler Brenda. She goes on so many flights with the military, I don’t think she ever unpacks.
When we finally boarded the plane and got settled, I felt a hand on my shoulder. A flight attendant said “Mrs. Horton? Will you come with me, please?”
I was smuggling dirt and rocks for my mother’s grave, plus that incredible flower plant that we found at Blarney Castle. Oh well, it’s really not a plant till you get it rooted— is it?
When I disembarked the plane they had a bag that they thought might have been my lost suitcase. It was not— sorry to say. At least I wasn’t arrested.
We had an extremely long flight, but Brenda and I were served a drink with our meals. We were on-board the plane for about 13 hours. When we got to the states and landed in Atlanta the honeymoon was over. The personnel there were almost rude— no personal graciousness that we found in Ireland. They almost would have used cattle prongs to move us along. Our country sure could use some tips from other countries. What is that motto on the Statue of Liberty?
Never mind the immigrants— this is the treatment they give their own. We boarded the flight out of Atlanta and landed in Syracuse late at night. Darlene met us at the airport and drove us home. She stayed and chatted a while, but Brenda was beat and headed for home.
Brenda took hundreds of the most fabulous pictures. When she gets them all finished I will get a set and share them later with you.
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