Ireland

This is the first bed I've slept in for the last four days. I've slept on a bus, plane, backseat of a car, and a church pew... but not a bed. I am very happy to be in this bed, because so far this trip has been exhausting.

I left straight from work to catch a greyhound bus to the airport. I neglected to see if there were any major events in Chicago that could potentially delay my bus route, like the Chicago marathon. I was incredibly anxious about missing my flight the entire taxi ride to the airport from the bus station. Though the taxi ride was expensive, the taxi driver was kind and offered me some fruit from his lunch since he worried with all the travel I hadn't had time to eat.

My rental was over the quoted price, my feet are already incredibly sore, I'm getting sick, I'm dehydrated, and due to a bent rim I'm delayed by at least a day from my travels. I feel kind of miserable, and want to go home.
However, at this moment, I'm in a comfy bed of a Venezuelan family. Even if things continue to worsen, I'll be okay. I'm already over budget, but I can adjust. I cushioned by schedule with an extra day, so I can still see everything I'd like to.

No matter what, I'm in a beautiful country experiencing very new things, and that's exactly what I was hoping for. The rest is just semantics.

Let's go exploring.

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