It’s sad to say, but this was my last day in Ireland. Our flights were just around noon. I still had yet to eat a full Irish breakfast. Not going to lie, but I quite enjoy them. If I was up early enough, I could make my way over to the cafe and get myself one…and maybe a scone for the plane ride home. I had only one connection after all.

To say the least, I did wake up early enough. I made my way to the Beanhive Cafe. I had just gotten there after they opened so their chocolate wasn’t ready for my mocha yet…oh well. It was raining, but nice enough to sit outside. The inside wasn’t set up yet and I didn’t mind. I was going to miss Ireland. I never expected to love it as much as I did.

I got my full Irish breakfast, but it only came with white pudding. I actually don’t mind black pudding, and rather prefer it. I had checked into the flights I could (the one leaving from Dublin), but, for some reason, I couldn’t check into my connection. Oh well, I’ll deal with it when I get to the airport. I got Anne and I each a delicious scone for the “road”.

We hopped on our respective flights back home. Her’s was going to Chicago and then Minneapolis. Mine was supposed to go to Heathrow and then Chicago. Let’s just say that didn’t happen. When I got to Heathrow, they ended up NOT being able to check me in and I had to route back through DC before heading back to Chicago. I had about 2-3 hours to kill in London, but couldn’t really leave the airport. It was a memorable flight home to say the least.