Everything Comes In Threes

Three months abroad; three sicknesses.

It seems like once a month I have gotten sick. And so, we have come to that time once again to continue the trend. Got a bit of a fever here in Dublin. Figured it would happen during my flight, which was another debacle like my initial flight into Europe. The woman next to me was coughing much of the 2 hour flight from Geneva. The tallest man alive sat behind me, and thus every time he shifted, so did he knees in my back. The children seated in front of me and across the aisle were alright until they began crying midway through the flight.

However, I managed to get good and drunk on my first night in the city. As they say, 'When in Rome...' and that definitely seems to be the Irish way. And since then it's been a lot of orange juice and water consumption coupled with a lot of rest and laying around. A bit disappointing as I leave Dublin tomorrow and have yet to really see much outside of the neighborhood I'm staying in - as I took a brief walkabout the other day. From what I have seen I like the city though. And where I am staying is surrounded by bars, and they are all, always, full. I quite like this part of the city I must say.

Also, the Irish accent has quickly become my favorite. Even more than the Australian accent.

On a more serious note though, being laid up in the hostel I've had plenty of time for reflection on the past three months and things I've done; things I've thought about; people I've met; and also life in general back home. It's been quite an interesting past few days here, despite not being out and about doing much.