The Journey

I woke up Tuesday morning at 5 a.m. and Dad drove me to Denver International Airport. I made it out of DIA in one piece. I got into Chicago, with the prospect of a six hour wait in front of me. I ate one last McDonald's hamburger and some fries and read, while my wait turned into seven hours and then almost eight. We finally got out of Chicago late, with three babies crying and an old man snoring. I slept, waking occasionally for horrible airplane food and the tail end of Walk the Line.

I watched the countryside as we descended. The land is divided up into haphazard tiny sections. Think of Kansas seen from the sky. If Kansas' divisions are sheets of paper, then Ireland's are stamps.

The Apartment

There are five of us girls in this apartment: me, Sarah, Maggie, Leigh and Becky. Sarah and I are roommates. So are Maggie and Leigh.

This is our room. This is our tiny bathroom. This is the view from my room. This is the view from the kitchen. And this is one of our many big red buttons.

Exploring

Maggie, Leigh and I set off in search of a grocery store. We apparently went quite a ways in the opposite direction, but we did find the American Embassy while we were lost (if we could find it again is another question altogether). Two schoolgirls directed us back towards the Tesco near our apartment.

I bought:

1. 2 Oranges
2. 4 Large Rolls
3. 3 Packets of Cream of Chicken Soup
4. Margarine (I think)
5. 2 Potatoes

I expect this to last me til Friday, when I plan to do a little more shopping.