Oh, hello down there Ireland.

Local Time|Jan26 – 0443hr
Location|Airborne, over Galway, Ireland
Movie| Money Ball
Food| Strange airplane breakfast

For many of you, traveling may be more familiar. Let me get specific. I have traveled all my life. I had a girlfriend 7 hours away my senior year in highschool. I have friends in Seattle WA, Gig Harbour WA, Portland OR, Eugene OR, Bend OR, Ashland OR. I can’t say I visit everyone regularly, but the sensation and feeling of travel is not unfamiliar.

This is different. And again, I am sure I am, in part, preaching to the choir. I woke up in my 3-seat bed (the flight is very empty, everyone gets their own row) to the cabin lights dinging on. I have, throughout this flight, occupied 6 different seats, including the 3-at-once deal. I am back in my ‘home seat’ and decide to watch a Ted talk during the remaining 90 minutes til we arrive. No a tv show. No a movie. Eh, Ted talks. Ok, no Brad Pitt is cool, Money Ball it is, even if I won’t finish it before we land. Clearly I am still not awake. Before I can pick a movie the flight attendant sets down a tray complete with a banana, orange juice, and some sort of breakfast sandwich. Uh. What is in this? Is that cheese butter? With…. basil? Can I have some sausage on this thing, or at least some ketchup? Whatever, already ate it.

As I am sifting through the heads up display options on this in-seat tv, I find an ‘in flight update’ button. Curiosity. This is of course where I got the time and location. The display flips to a map. You know, with the stupid looking plane logo in the middle the size of Rhode Island? Mind you, still groggy, but very much not asleep. The thought that passes my mind is, ‘Wtf, we’re over Ireland?’ The windows have been closed for 6 hours. Seeing that little plane over Galway, Ireland got me excited. I flip the window open fast and get blinded. The sun is. Really. Bright. Squinty faced, I finally see it. Ireland is below me.

This place has been in my mind, life, and desires for so, so long. I feel like it has always been a ‘part’ of me, despite the fact that I’ve never been there. I mean, hell, I am only about 3% irish. I like to think, and see the proof, that more of my Irish blood represents on the surface. I joke that my celtic blood, despite minority, is definitely in charge here. In my mind. In my heart. Time will tell. You see, the kicker here is, I won’t be in ireland until may. So much to do before that, and right now I just want to parachute out of the plane and hang out in Ireland for, pretty much ever.

Just thought I’d get that out of the way. I may not write another blog for a day or 5. Or maybe tomorrow, who knows.
Take care folks.

-Douglas Cedric