After the late night with Sarah and Tim was over, we went back to Newark. Crashed. Woke up in the morning. Ate breakfast. Took the shuttle to the airport. Flew to Chicago. Flew back to Fort Dodge. Drove home. I got to see Bokeh again. I loved Ireland. I loved hanging out with Andy. I loved seeing Sarah and Tim. But I missed my dog and it was good to be home and to start the process of getting used to the time difference. Which it was much harder to adjust back to Iowa time than it was to adjust to Ireland time from Iowa. It was weird.
Here are the cell phone pictures from the last leg of the trip home:
The hotel in Newark was considerably less swanky than the Belfast hotel, which meant the breakfast was better.
#WaffleLife #Blessed
It isn’t great sausage, but so much better than Irish sausage!
#WaffleLife #Blessed #TravelGram
Newark Airport Selfie – Andy hated the chairs, but I loved them! Not really pictured, but they were weird.
Airplane snack!
O’Hare treat.
Never accuse Andy of suffering from Toxic Masculinity. He may hate flowers, but the man takes care of his feet!
Remember when Lowell and I walked 3 miles to visit this fountain and there was no water in it? I do.
Mission accomplished. You are welcome Elizabeth.
Goodbye Chicago!
Airplane snacks.
Back in the Cyclone State!
She didn’t want to admit she missed me.
So that concludes all the cell phone pictures from the trip to Ireland. Some day I’ll have to start sharing the collection of real camera pictures from the trip, but it might be a minute. Have to get through the Philadelphia pictures and probably the Iowa State Fair pictures first. Maybe by Saint Patrick’s Day. Which I hope to actually make it to a Saint Patrick’s Day parade next year. I know a lot about Ireland now. Mostly from watching all those Leprechaun movies in October.
So we will return this channel to more direct food adventures. So next Sunday will involve a meal on a lake, but not the meal where Jesse got injured. That one is well down the line.