I took the bus into the city, counted 28 stops, and got off at St. Stephen's Green. I walked through the green, and continued on to Grafton Street. I walked up and down the street, went to the bank, and headed right to Trinity College. The line for the Book of Kells was forty minutes long but I saw everything and then went up to the famed Trinity Library stacks.
I walked through Temple Bar and had lunch in a sidewalk cafe, wandered some more, bought some things, and caught the train to meet Pauline by her work.
We went home and she, David and I went to a great pub for 'pub grub'. When we got home David took me to the computer to print out my boarding passes. This is where the fun began.
Was my flight on Delta, Air France or CityJet? We kept having to go back and forth to the different sites. Finally the Air France site said the plane to Charles De Gaulle was cancelled. News sources advised us the French air traffic controllers were staging a planned, three-day strike. It would start early on Tuesday morning and end on Thursday evening. Administrators would work and only international and large flights would be directed through. My flight from Dublin to Paris was dispensable. I was out of luck. If I could get to Paris I could catch the plane to Los Angeles. I didn't want to get to Paris. I contacted my travel agent in LA and, after over an hour on the phone with Delta, she had me leaving Dublin at the same time as the Paris flight but this time going directly to Atlanta, changing planes there, and arriving at home a half hour after my original arrival time. It was 1:00 a.m. when my itinerary arrived.
David took me to the airport and I not only checked through to Los Angeles, but went through U.S. Customs as well.
Pauline and David were great hosts and fun friends. I told Pauline she was a hoot and holler. We will have to take another travel adventure soon.
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