from ireland to germany

Thursday, May 17, 2012

once we soaked up all the sun in ireland, we decided it was time to fly to germany. 

on the morning of our flight, i woke up feeling anxious and sick, which happens sometimes when i wake up really early and feel rushed or unprepared or nervous about something.  in this case, the thing i was nervous about was: how are kaitlyn and i getting to the airport, anyway?

while i sat in the bathroom upstairs, fanning myself and trying not to vomit, kaitlyn breakfasted downstairs with the beloved mrs. doyle.  when i eventually joined them, mrs. doyle told us we could take a bus to the airport – that there was a bus stop just down the road.  well, by the end of breakfast, we realized we didn’t have enough time to make it to the bus stop (traveling with giant backpacks isn’t very conducive to running to bus stops with only .4 seconds to spare).  since calling a taxi would have been absurdly expensive, mrs. doyle offered to drive us to the bus stop herself. 

on the way to the bus stop, she reassured us that we had plenty of time; that had we walked/run there, we would have been pushing it, but that being driven, on the other hand, would allow us enough time and then some. 

imagine our surprise, then, when we rounded the corner and saw the bus idling at the stop, about to drive away.

and that’s when it happened; mrs. doyle – the 80 year old elderly irish woman, mrs. doyle – sprang into action before neither kaitlyn nor myself could blink.  she put the car in park, jumped out from behind the wheel and ran into the middle of the road – stopping oncoming traffic even! – waving her arms in a frantic attempt to get the bus driver’s attention. 

and that is how we made it onto the bus, and then onto the airport in time, and then to germany on time, all thanks to that beloved mrs. doyle. 

and that is also how we stopped blaming mrs. doyle for the beach fiasco, too.

i could go on about what a long and tiring day it was (there were some bus ride/train station issues as well, of course), or how depleted with energy we were by the time we made it to germany, but i think the amount of sweat in my bangs says that in and of itself.  you know?

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13 comments:

Shannon said...

I am so jealous of your travels. It's so fun reading your blog and hearing about all your lovely adventures.

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Samantha King said...

Hahaha! She sounds like such a hero!

Alyx said...

Haha, I so want to go to Ireland just to meet this mrs. Doyle character.

Katrin said...

I want to meet Mrs. Doyle!

Paige @ Little Nostalgia said...

I'm so glad you commented on my blog, because now I've found yours! I love to travel and can't wait to catch up on all of your adventures. I see a long list of places in the sidebar...

Stela said...

High five to Mrs Doyle!! That's so awesome.
I also love the sentence "and that is how we stopped blaming mrs doyle..." Ha!

kimberly rae said...

ugh i always get nauseous if i wake up too early.

also, thank the lord for mrs doyle!!

K said...

mrs doyle sounds awesome. almost liam neeson-esque ;)
your story reminds me of one time when I lived in France my host mom (a very proper lady) offered to drive me to the bus stop quite early in the am... like 4:40 or something similarly obnoxious. she even offered to drive in her pjs! this probably would have offended her sensibilities to no end but when she proposed it, she seemed to relish in the absurdity of it all. Pajamas at a bus station!?! Oh to think what she would do if she could see me now, sweatpants-clad in public :)

Jennifer said...

Q - are those glasses Warby Parkers?

Jennifer said...

Q - are those glasses Warby Parkers?

Jenni Austria Germany said...

They're not Warby Parkers; I got them from a glasses-for-the-elderly shop in a small town in Oklahoma and had my prescription put in.

Jenni Austria Germany said...

I do have WPs but they are 10 sizes too big and I'm not sure what to do about it...

picadaisy said...

haha sounds intense! Glad you made your flight though :)