Airports and Islands

And so it begins (almost). Tomorrow afternoon sometime I will get in a car, drive to LAX, give my bag to an airport employee, wait for a few hours, and get on a plane and then sleep sit and try desperately try to close my eyes for the next few hours. Fortunately, I have a window seat so I have something solid to lean against. After that plane lands in Heathrow I'll go through the entire process again except with customs and without attempts at sleep. I'm scheduled to land at Cork Airport (ORK) at around 1pm local time, which is around 5am San Diego time. Presumably I will stumble around until I find a cab to take me to where I'm staying in Cork.

While I'm not looking forward to the whole physical fatigue and jetlag part of this whole travel bit, it has just occurred to me that this will make Great Britain and Ireland the only islands that I have ever flown to in addition to being the first foreign countries I've ever visited. Not that I'll be able to tell, in any case.

Its supposed to be in the 50s and rainy this weekend in Cork, a bit of a wake-up call to Irish weather coming straight from mid 70s and sunny in San Diego. Everything has a downside, I guess.