Yep, it's been two months but we're back to finish the story.
TOD: We finally made it back to the Dublin airport and were racing to the bus to get back to our hostel. Once again, no sleep. Exhausted doesn't even cover it. We fought with the bus driver for a bit about the round trip ticket. We needed to get back to our Dublin hostel from the airport. Up until this point we had been pretty laid back up and go with the flow. And of all the things to go wrong this was the one fight we were going to pick and not back down from. Mind you, it was 6:45am going on NO SLEEP from our day tour of London and for both Jaci and me this was not the time for the bus driver to have a petty disagreement with us. You would not win. Two very tired girls. We have a ticket. Let us on the flippin' bus...we don't understand your booga booga accent and unexplainable ticket requirements. Needless to say, we won the disagreement about our prepaid bus ticket not being "valid" and proceeded to find a spot that very early morning on a very empty bus and struggled to keep our eyes open.
All I could do was keep my eye on the prize. The prize was sleep. All we could think about was sleep. How much we wanted it. Trying to remember what it felt like to speak in full sentences. It was day 7 and we could count the number of hours of sleep we had gotten on both hands! We kept saying "we just have to power through this bus ride and once we get to our hostel we would be free." It was a goal, something to hope for. We both couldn't keep conscious on the bus. Once we were finally dropped off we had a short walk to our hostel. We could almost smell the shamrock scented sheets. With smiles on our faces we made it to the front desk. Home Free. Or so we thought. But if you've been following our blog you would know that it's never that easy. As we began to check in we hear the lady tell us "I'm sorry but your beds won't be ready till 2." Mind you it is 7:30am. I was furious and wanted to give up on life. Jaci remained a little bit calmer. We left the hostel and walked around in the cold. I began to panic as it was Sunday morning and nothing was open. That meant no place to stay to warm up. That meant walking around for 5 hours after knowing we should be in our warm, slightly clean, beds. I knew this wasn't an option after being outside for 3 minutes. We went back in and begged them to let us stay. They could see our desperation and offered us a warm meal like a soup kitchen for Yankees. After refueling, they offered us the lounge which consisted of 8 bunk beds, a coffee table, and a television. The only stipulation was that if we wanted to sleep we had to share a bed so that they wouldn't have to wash the sheets. We took this offer. We took it without a fight. There we lay spooning until our room was ready. We slept straight through for 5 hours waking up maybe once or twice when others would come in confused as to why we were in the same bed when there were 7 other beds to choose from. We didn't care. We got we we wanted and were grateful. So worth the stares. When we finally returned to our room it was more sleep. It was awesome. Around 4:30pm we woke up met our new roommate named Emanuel, showered, and made our way to our hostel restaurant where we shared a plate of meat and smiled with well rested eyes. Life had gotten a whole lot better.
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