Lost in Translation

July 22
Well, this weekend has been quite an adventure. Things did not go as we had planned. We had originally planned on going to see the highest cliffs in Europe in Donegal. We had it all set up. On Friday morning we woke up at 5am and left our apartment at 6am, so that we could catch the 6:50am bus to Dublin. It took about two and a half hours to get to Dublin. Once we were in Dublin, we took another bus to Sligo. That took another three hours. We had to get off in Boyle because that was where we were going to stay for the night. When we got off the bus, there was someone already there to pick us up. He was one of the people that ran the hostel that we were going to stay at for the night. He drove us there, but come to find out, it was in the middle of nowhere. There was a lake, a field, and that was it. It was nowhere near town. There was no way we could get to town, unless we got a taxi. We were trying to find a way to go to the cliffs, but there was no use. It would have cost us more to get back to our hostel from the cliffs. With no chance of going to the cliffs, we decided at 4pm to just take a bus back to Dublin. So we got a taxi and it picked us up from our hostel and took us to the bus stop in town. It was another three hours back to Dublin. Once we got to our hostel in Dublin it was already around midnight. We had been on a bus for eleven hours total that day! So that's what happened. So what if our plans got changed. Some of the best moments in life are those that go unplanned.