Monday, 4th September – Leaving on a Jet Plane

The flight was fairly painless – in as much as sitting in a sardine can for 27 hours can be considered painless! But I do think it is a cruel joke that they make us walk on the plane via first & business class so that we can look enviously at the mansion-sized spaces the privileged few get. We slept pretty well, but which ever way you look at it, it’s a long night.

I had a gentleman sitting next to me who was recommending places to see in Italy – he was so passionate & descriptive about how much he loved Venice & Florence, it gave me goosebumps.

We were worried about the extra security measures, but it all went very smoothly and efficiently. We had to take our shoes off, and I saw a few people being “patted down”, but we must have looked innocent because we were spared that indignity! On arrival in Dublin, we chose to follow the “green” line (ie nothing to declare) and it took us straight out the door, with no checks at all.