well...we made it to dublin, but it was quite the experience. At the risk of all of you saying "I told you so," We'll give a quick summary. we made it to Chicago well, but our tickets were printed by American Airlines, so we just assumed that we would be flying AA the whole way... you know what they say about assuming. Long story short, we were supposed to have been on Aer Lingus and missed our flight! we ended up sprinting about 19 miles through O'hare and finally talked American Airlines into letting us on their flight an hour later (i think because I offered a kiss if she could help us). As I'm sure you'd expect, we've decided since then that the ordeal was my fault (Ben) and that I must ask for directions no matter what. Our bags have still not made it...oh ya, they made us check our backpacks too. we spent the day in dublin, bought molly a pair of thrift store pants to supplant her flying shorts, got accosted by a Hungarian selling brochures on yoga, and are finally dry and warm at Paddy's palace where we payed a Euro to talk to you fine people. Keep us in your prayers, obviously we need them. From Chilly beautiful Ireland, we love you all!
Ben&Molly
Quote for the day:
I have nothing to offer the world but my own confusion--Jack Kerouac
