Home sweet home

The eagles have landed, as Kelly would say. We got in around 7 pm and met up with Bev and Bob at Dorval. I'm drinking black coffee (no mlk!) right now. A sure sign the earth has stopped spinning on its axis.

The last 24 hours have been a whirlwind. We decided to forgo sleeping Saturday night and just stay up until our Aer Lingus flight back to London. A good idea, in theory. We had six hours to burn in Heathrow until our 3.30 pm flight for Montreal. Fortunately, those six hours were spent in terminal 5 where we made sure to relieve ourselves of extra baggage by spending the english pounds we had left. I was beyond excited to restock my Shu Uemura mascara, as they don't carry it in Canada.

Sunday afternoon, back in Belfast...
Last time I posted, we were on our way to the tattoo shop. Kelly had her heart set on a tattoo and she pretty much had the design in mind (family name). She had brought in a sample the day before, jotting it on hotel stationary. Something so simple turned into an intense two hours as we sat through the resident translator relaying to the Hungarian, non-English speaking tattoo artist, what Kelly wanted. The bad feelings started when Kelly looked over the artist's shoulder and saw him sketching - he was sketching the logo of our hotel, as seen on the sample. I die laughing when I think about Kelly walking out with a tattoo of our hotel on her back. After ixnaying that one (and another!), he really wasn't looking impressed and the translator let us know by informing us that he could've done half a sleeve (half an arm of tattoos) in the time he spent on her design. We contemplated making a run for it. Any confidence I had for Killah walking out with a good tattoo was sitting in my shoes because all signs were shouting "SUSPECT".

It turned out perfect. Exactly what she wanted. Turns out, Andor is a bad-ass artist.

It was a great few days in Belfast, a couple of more would've been even better. There were tons of things we didn't get to do because of the weather and time. We're not done with Belfast.

Back on Sunday night, driving to Ottawa...
my mind started playing tricks on me. I didn't tell Kelly or Bev this, but I was in a daze and I swear, it sounded like Bob had the thickest Irish accent. Bob lives in Ottawa and has about as thick an Irish accent as I do. And, while coming in and our of my fog I was wondering why Bev was driving now because Bob was driving when we left Montreal. I momentarily forgot we were back to drivers on the left side.

Today, I feel a bit sluggish and am missing Ireland and Belfast hard. This morning, I woke up at my normal time. My body thinks it's going to work. Think again, body. I wonder how I'll function at work tomorrow. After spending a minimum of 7 hours a day walking, I wouldn't be suprised to find myself doing laps around my office every hour.

I'm going to ring Kelly and see if she wants to go to a pub later and walk ten miles in the rain.