With the birds chirping, we awoke in wonderful San Jose and ready to get headed to the airport...All but Clint.
Realizing our "discount" parking required us to carry our luggage about 2 1/2 miles to the shuttle bus we discovered how optomistic we had all become with the weight restrictions of the airline. Casey was by far the lightest (he even had weighted his before leaving) but Clint's was even heavy for him. He assured everyone that his was under the 50 lb limit... I bet him a coffee...mmmm it was good - and I don't even like coffee. Intersting fact - 10 of Clint's T-shirts weight 6 pounds....that's a lot of fabric.
Just to be nice, I booked Clint and Mark sit next to each other on the plane. Too bad for the young gal that was trapped in the confined space between them and the window - About 3 hours into the flight I'll I saw was a limp wave and a slight whimper from her.
So I'm still trying to figure this out... we left San Francisco at 8:30am - flew 6 hours to New York had a one hour layover and a 7 hour flight to Ireland. So it's about 11pm (time for bed) but the clock here is 7am... ouch. We'll have to see how my wife's secret jet lag pills work.
We are welcomed to Dublin with a bumpy landing and a bunch of rain. I think it's 103 in Fresno right about now....
If you look real close... Clint's toes are turning blue. The Ireland guys were getting a kick out of the fact he was in sandals. We have a short wait at the airport for another group to come in and the guys shared with us a Irish breakfast. I don't really know what this is but it's a good thing I just sat through a nutrition seminar...
