Tickets Booked!

I could totally be a travel agent by now.

After hours and hours and hours of planning over the course of a few days, and a couple minor panic attacks, me and a friend have finally managed to buy our tickets for our ten-day break coming up in October.

Montpellier --> Birmingham --> London --> Dublin --> Galway

In my mind I was convinced that it would be possible to also see Scotland and maybe swing by Poland, but about ten seconds into our planning I realized just how short 10 days is.

But I'm happy to have something solid. It was a semi-nightmare trying to find a way to get back (after we had already bought tickets there) including several scares that our flights were all full, but we managed. We'll be backtracking: from Galway back to Dublin, flight to Birmingham, sleep there for a night, wake up Monday morning for a 6 am flight, get back to Montpellier at 9 30, and go to class that afternoon. At least this time when I fall asleep in class I'll have a good excuse.

I distinctly remember sitting on my bed when I was still in high school, staring at a map of Europe after reading Europe on a Shoestring (an awesome compilation of backpacking stories), dreaming of traveling here, staying in hostels, all the typical Euro-travel things. And I distinctly remember slowly letting that desire to travel dissipate, it'll never happen, I told myself. And now I'm actually doing it. It wasn't the magical thing I expected it to be, where you strap on a backpack with an extra T-shirt and some underwear and just go where the wind takes you. It took a lot of thinking ahead and planning and grimacing at some of the prices.