When I handed in my application papers for an exchange year in January, I did not expect time to fly that fast. There I suddenly was: sandwiched between a plane window and a slightly over-weight, excessively perfumed Greek lady. I buried my nose in the magazines I had taken with me and was glad that she fell asleep on the shoulder of her other neighbour.
Travelling west was exciting. When we crossed France, the weather was splendid. England was... well... cloudy. Ireland.. mmh, Ireland? Ireland?! Where the heck are you?! Battling through a snow-white wall, we then had a magnificent view of the port of Dublin, however.
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