I should preface this blog by saying I have never been out of the country before, so my reactions to things may be naive or trivial. But I think Jeff likes that I react to travel with awe.

Jeff said once that we have been planning this trip longer than we planned our wedding, and I think he’s right. When we got engaged, we were trying to decide where would be a great first big trip for me. Hawaii was a possibility, and somewhere in the British Isles was another. We also had to consider that we couldn’t go to Scotland without my sister — I swore to her that if I ever went to Scotland, she would go with me. And I wasn’t going to take her on our honeymoon. We finally decided on Ireland because the weather suited a summer trip, whereas Hawaii would be nice no matter the time of year.

So yesterday, I double checked the lights and locks in the house and loaded our bags into Jeff’s parents’ car as they took me to pick up Jeff at work and drop us off at the airport. We had a remarkably easy security check and trip to our gate, but the express flight to Chicago had an unusual amount of turbulence. O’Hare had some really pretty passageways, and we got to our gate in plenty of time to eat some pizza at the food court. The flight from Chicago to Dublin, however, was pretty miserable. In addition to the usual cramped quarters, it was really very hot, and we had more turbulence throughout.

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But when I saw Ireland at last, everything was worth it. We could see ruins from the air surrounded by the modern urbanization of Dublin and patchwork fields. I teared up a bit because I was finally in a foreign country. I found that to be indicative of the Irish countryside as we took the bus from Dublin to Galway: rock walls breaking up pastures, and in the middle of some farmer’s land, castle and church ruins surrounded by cattle or sheep.

When we arrived in Galway, we walked to Eyre Square Townhouse, situated on a side street near the city center, with shops around it in buildings exactly as I would have imagined Irish shops to look. Jeff went out to check on bus tickets and shop for snacks, and I showered the multiple hours of travel gunk off and tested the bed, though I tried not to actually fall asleep since Jeff says that makes jet lag worse. When he got back, he convinced my lazy self to go with him to see the Galway Cathedral, a relatively new Catholic church as far as cathedrals go, completed in 1965. It was stunningly beautiful, with a giant mosaic of the crucifixion and stained glass windows in every nook and cranny. Jeff and I took our time to examine the windows, and took pleasure in recognizing the Bible stories they were depicting. I’m so glad we went, but I was also glad to get back to the room, where Jeff brought us pizza, chocolate, and — what I most wanted — something to drink. We will hang out here and go to bed early, because tomorrow he’s going to drive on the left to take us to a place on my bucket list, the village of Cong, made famous by one of my favorite John Wayne films, The Quiet Man.