Hello there,
Just a little blog to commemorate my journey back to Dublin. Ciarán came over to visit me and Carnival was on so we got to see Germans in dressed up in ridiculous outfits and running around like maniacs. All I could think of was the hassle I got when I suggested dressing up for Halloween as it is a "childish" thing to do. Clearly, Germans are hypocrites!
Anyhow, we had a wonderful weekend of Carnival madness. Paolo cooked me a good bye meal f Italian pizzas which was a messy job but they sure did taste good!
When packing to go home I realised I had no room at all in my bag for clothes. So the obvious thing to do was to wear all my clothes at once. So I put on two dresses, a piar of boots, one skirt, jeans, boots, socks, tights (which was a bit unneccessary). one t-shirt, one jumper, a coat, scarf and hat. Oh and two bras, they just didn;t fit in my bag. Oh and I should probably mention that one of the bras was a after thought so it was over one of the dresses. I looked awesome needless to say. Or like some bag woman but that's debatable.
Anyway, we made our journey to the airport on an ICE train which is heaven on rails. Got to the airport, Ciarán checked in and off we went to the metal detectors. Of course, I set off the metal detectors. Of course, one of my bras set off the metal detector, of course due to decency of German I was taken into the strip-search room where a woman got to watch me take off two dresses, one t shirt, one jumper, one skirt, one bra, my boots and socks. At this point I refused to take of anymore clothes as it was like a circus act. Once she decided my bra was not as dangerous as it seemed so allowed me go...on one condition, that I put on all my clothes again. tedious but hilarious. This time though she didn't watch me like a hawk but turned her back...not like she had seen everything already.
Sometimes I feel as though only these things ever happen to me...
