Epilogue to the European Whirlwind

Well, we got up early to catch the bus to the airport, luggage in tow.  It was a quiet flight back for us, long, but we were pretty tired and eager to get home.  It was an AMAZING trip, but we were both really homesick, missing our husbands...

Turns out there were crazy thunderstorms in Chicago, where we landed back in the states.  As soon as we able to turn on our phones, we were bombarded with texts and voicemails from Michael, Joe, and the airline, letting us know that our flights to our respective homes were canceled. ACK!  We got in line to claim our luggage and I was able to get re-booked onto a flight from O'Hare to LaGuardia, and then back to RDU.  Brian, unfortunately, would have to wait until the next day to get to Seattle.  Which really sucked, because he was supposed to go back to work that day, and now had to pay for a hotel and wait another day.  My flight to New York was uneventful, and I waited for a few hours in the crappiest rat-hole of an airport I've ever seen -- LaGuardia airport SUCKS!! It smells, it's old, and I was so annoyed at how long it was taking to get home, I was in a really bad mood.

Finally, I made it home, and as I headed toward the baggage claim area to meet Joe, I was peeling off layers of coats, since it was 75 degrees in NC!  Joe was actually waiting right outside the security area, and I have never been so glad to see him!  Home at last, exhausted.  Brian made it home the next day.

What a wonderful trip! Brian and I both want to go back to Ireland (and I want to go back to England), but next time, we'll bring the hubbies with us :).