Finally.

I'm sitting in the Dublin airport right now, feeling completely disgusting and wanting nothing more than a shower, a change of clothes, and a cup of very hot, strong tea. (And suddenly, my jetlagged no-sleep brain is singing "A Cauldron Full of Hot, Strong Love." Wow.) Daddy is checking and getting us a car and then I'm going to persuade him to find us somewhere to clean up. I refuse to go a whole nother day like this. Icky.

The flights went well. I slept a little on the one from Newark to Dublin, but it was hard. For some reason, Daddy and I didn't get seated next to each other, so I couldn't even drape myself over him to get more comfy. I was between two really fun, nice ladies though, so it wasn't terrible. I just don't want to be on a plane again for a good, long while. And did I mention, I really, really, really, really want a shower?

Off to see if we have a car!