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Ireland

Finally get to visit home. Got two roundtrip tickets in December to Dublin for $674. Dec 16th - Dec 27th.

Never flown on Aer Lingus. Hope they have some decent pillows.

This was a great deal considering the last time I went home around Christmas it was $1100 on British Airways (for 1 ticket).

Tiffany and I are going to rent a nice small car and drive all over Ireland. 5 or 6 days in the south and 4 or 5 days in the north.

I immigrated to the U.S. when I was 12 (almost 13) and have never drove a car in another country (other than Canada). Should be fun.

I am ready for some Portadown chinese fish and chips (can't beat their gravy).

My bookshelves are uncluttered. It feels good. About 30 more books of poetry to take to Chapel Hill. This time I want $ because Ken Rumble ordered some really really good poetry books for the Internationalist Bookstore.

Onward.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Marcus,

Yeah, man, better hurry. I get paid in a week and am gonna buy everything that's left over there......

Have fun in Ireland.

Ken

ps: anything you want ordered???
chris said…
Hi, Marcus--

Great news about visiting home! Congratulations on the great buy for tickets. If you send postcards, I'd love one!

Best Wishes,
chris murray

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