Forgive me from stealing from JD Salinger in the subject line. Despite my disappointment in some of what happened on my recent London trip, I thought some of you might want to read about it anyway. So here goes, part one:
May 28--It was quite a travail getting to the Newark Airport. Hubby and I took the turnpike further out than we were supposed to. Instead of taking the exit we needed. We drove all the way to the Lehigh Valley before realizing our mistake. Worse than that, we had a minor accident (scraped a guardrail). Luckily, both the car and we were unhurt.
A minor note here: Sadly, from Wilkes-Barre to Newark, you must take a bus and then a NYC subway from Grand Central to Penn or something like that> My husband was ill that week and probably should have been home in bed. Looking back, I should have hired Uber or some other private driver. I even insisted I could rent a car and drive myself but he said he would drive me. I HATE the drive to Newark, but the one to Philly is not much better so I'd better learn to like it, I guess!
When we finally got to the airport, I had reserved parking at the Hilton (costs less than the airport). He dropped me off at the terminal, then left for the hotel. He couldn't find the hotel, couldn't find anyone to direct him to the airport shuttle, and by the time he got to Terminal B, I had had to check in. So we didn't even get a chance to say goodbye except by cell phone. This modern life...At least the plane left on time.
There was no way in hell I could sleep on that flight. I didn't realize it, but I was coming down with his cold (a milder version). I watched movies all night and arrived at Dublin Airport around 5:45 a.m.. The signs are in Gaelic and English and it was a lovely airport. It was only an hour to fly from there to London.
Took a cab from Paddington Station to Captain Bligh House, slept for 3 hours, got up and tried to find a Tesco Superstore with no luck. I found a few items at the Xtra Save (a mini market near my B&B) and went back to my room. I couldn't get the front door open and had to ring the bell for the landlords to let me in. Had a meltdown, coughing and crying. Now I knew for sure I was sick. I had no appetite either. The landlord very kindly went out on the bus in the rain to get me some cold remedies. I sat in my comfortable chair and drank tea and ate digestive biscuits.
Another side note: The spiral towel bar in the bathroom continued to mystify me until I realized you just have to fold the towel and sort of jam it in there, and turn up the temp.
On to part II.