Day 27
A day in the journey from Costa Rica to Rome, Italy
When ever my life is on a schedule as retire I give myself permission when to rise. Last night I was exhausted going to sleep at Eight Thirty. I had set two alarms one one my phone and one on my Tablet even so I awoke every hour on the hour after one. finally at four thirty , My permission point I started my morning meditation. followed by my daily posting. Repacked I set off for the tea room for the yogurt I had stored The previous night and of course coffee. I was soon joined by the landlady Catherine, she was checking on my well being. As I prepared for my departure we said our goodbyes and I walked the short way to the bus stop moments later Catherine came running after me with my phone charger in hand. She's a very pleasant and helpful lady who you meet one moment in time, and I instantly liked! On the bus after a few stops the driver called out a man's name Doug. When no one responded he got up walked to a seat in the rear and woke Doug, who bustled off the bus. At the Europort the driver, on his way to the building, held the main door for me and I remarked you are sure friendly people and his response was we're trying! This exact exchange occured on my first day a month ago, different driver different reason but, the same interchange.
After a short wait we were boarded. The lounge, I had upgraded to, was on the top deck with about eighty recliners, in a password enable room, all facing a couple of large TV screens showing the Olympics. No sound and no one talking just a silent journey that was only evident by the very slight engine vibration and the view of the sea out of several large porthole shaped windows.
This ends my stay in Ireland and I wrote about my conclusions, which can be seen, on my sister site nomadabroad.