Begining of the Travels

Alright, now I’m in Dublin. It took a while but I am finally set up in Dublin and I start orientation tomorrow. I guess the best way to go about explaining my trip up until this point is chronologically, but I promise it won’t be too dragged our or bogged down my details.

It was a clear chilly morning as I stepped outside my house the morning of the 22nd in Oregon. I caught an early flight to Phoenix Arizona and then after a torturous 10 hour layover I got on a plane for Heathrow Airport, London. The plane was awesome, I’ve never been on an International flight, but British Airways takes good care of you. I got a meal and they gave me some free wine with it, and there were video screens in the seat in front of you with movies and stuff in them. I watched the movie Redbelt, whish wasn’t too bad but not that great either. It has the guy in it who played the Villain in 4 Brothers.

I got into London after a total of 30ish hours of travelling and waiting around but I had taken naps so I was ready. I got a day pass on the tube and ran around London for half the day taking pictures and seeing all the sights. I had my backpack with all my stuff in it on the whole time. I was scheduled to meet Matt Jackson in front of Big Ben at midnight and after some wandering, I managed to find Big Ben and I bedded down for a nap in a small green in front of the clock tower. I woke up after my nap around 11:30 and while staring at the base of the clock tower, I saw a familiar swagger. I chased down said swaggerer and in a way much like a mugger, I managed to let him know that I found him with a surprise hug. (Matt had been walking around for an hour or so trying to find a place to pee.) We caught a train and a bus to where Matt was staying and I spend the night.

Pearl, the woman Matt was staying with was incredibly kind and fed me the next morning and ended up driving us to the airport because she is so nice. We hopped a plane to Marseille, France where the incredible and very kind Annie met us at the airport. Annie is a friend of Matt’s parents and she gave us room and board while we stayed there.

Marseille is an incredible city and I would recommend it to anyone who wants to go to France. It was warm the whole time and it is a beautiful city with a lot of wonderful sights. We went to a place called the Collonqucese (I know how to say it but not how to spell it) which is a group of coves into the Mediterranean where we got to swim and see some amazing water, and rock formations. French people drive crazy, and that being said, Annie, in her driving Matt and I around got into an accident which totalled her car. We were all fine, but the car was no more. In any case, after Matt and I took Annie out for a thank you dinner, we boarded a train for Paris.

Paris was great and I got to see the Eiffel tower and go to the Louvre but most of what we did was touristy and we didn’t have much money so no cafes were entered. The centre is closing so I have to run, but I will finish this story in a day or two.