I’m sitting in Stansted airport without anything particularly profound to say except that today starts my first European travel whilst living in London. I got here by hopping on a bus outside of my flat – ya know, the one with the cobbled stone courtyard, nbd – then bought a return ticket (that means round trip in British speak) for a train to the airport. The train ride’s scenery encompassed everything from graffiti to cows to lakes and plush greenery. A far cry from the blue line to O’hare (not that I’m knocking the blue line! It never did me no harm).
All in all it took me an hour to get here, and the process to get through security was so humane. There was a queue, people were called one by one and a nice security man helped me and made sure I would get through the metal detector with no problems.
I’m looking forward to my jaunts around Europe even more now if all my airport experiences are like this. One thing is for sure, Europeans know how to get from one place to another in a pretty seamless way.
Now to figure out how to get from Dublin to Kilkenny to meet my girl Paz! I love Ireland and can’t wait to be there in an hour or so.