Day 18 &19

This morning we packed all our stuff and left it in the luggage room at the hostel while we went out for one last walk around town. We had to make sure we knew how to get to the train station (back to the airport...St. Pancras Station) and then went to the British Museum for a while. It was cool to see the actual artifacts from the Pyramids and the Parthenon, can't believe how preserved they are! It was too hot in that building, so unfortunately we had to cut that short and find a park to take a nap in for a while. When we woke up, it was time for lunch...on the hunt for fish and chips. Gotta have fish and chips in England, right? They are definitely better here for some reason...even if the cod does still have the skin on one side. Time to go pick up our stuff and head back to the airport. It really is amazing how poor the customer service is...makes us appreciate the states a little bit more. We waited in line for Ryanair to check our visa's (since we weren't about to make the same mistake as last time!) for what felt like forever. The line was getting longer and there was no sign of a Ryanair employee anywhere. Kelly went to ask the service desk about it, and the man told her that we could have our passports checked at any desk. Soooo, we believed him and got out of the front of the line to go to another desk only to find that, in fact, we do have to get it from Ryanair specifically. We went and sat down in a corner for a while, till someone arrived to start checking visa's. Back to the end of the line! Good thing we allowed ourselves more than enough time for something like this to happen.

Back in Dublin for one last night. Matt went out for that pint of Guinness he had so anxiously awaited...and we sorted out our bags for the flight home. Kelly went to shower while Mallory hung out with some kid from California downstairs...talking about their art majors and stuff. We had every intention of staying up all night so we'd be able to sleep on the plane...and almost made it. Went in search for one last ice cream and the only place we found it was McDonalds. Who would have known McDonalds would be so busy at 2 in the morning...on a Tuesday!? A bunch of drunk 18 year olds (none of them could have been more than 20, I swear!) getting out of clubs, needing that greasy food for the hangover prevention. Most of them were annoying, some of them entertaining...and a few girls that were just hilarious. They were so happy and singing Wham! "Wake me up before you go go..." we all know the song...and taking pictures of the security guard that they say looks like Barack Obama. If we learned one thing from this all, it's that the Irish LOVE Spongebob...all of them commented on Kelly's pajamas as we walked past, and some of them even wanted a hug, or to give the pants a tug! Uh oh! We found Matt back outside the hostel, and people-watched some more till the streets were empty.