The Rocky Road To Dublin
I know I haven’t written in nearly a month, but I have a valid reason: finals, graduation, and travel.
Finals and graduation are simple enough to explain, because they are exactly what they seem to be and there isn’t much of interest to relate, except that I’ve passed classes and left college with a degree in Literature Studies. That leaves ‘travel’ as the item of interest.
Travel, in this case, entails four months of hard work to raise about $3’200 for a trip abroad. It was a blur but I succeeded, working 25 hours a week on top of 19 credits.
We, my travel group of 15 others, set out from Billings, Montana on the morning of Wednesday, May 7 and returned this past Sunday, May 18.
We met at the Billings airport, passed security, and gathered in the little terminal. Our flight left around noon and we landed in Salt Lake City, Utah by 1:15pm. I know an account of airline travel is less than exhilarating, but this journey has a touch of the abnormal and a shocking turn of events:
We flew with Delta Airlines. Our initial layover was about twenty minutes in Salt Lake, or about enough time to run from one gate to the next. So, as expected, we ran. What we didn’t expect was having to pull a “Portland”.
“Pulling a Portland” means taking a step backwards in order to take three steps forward, and is a term we invented because of this journey. A journey which, I suppose I should mention, had the ultimate destination of Dublin, Ireland.
We managed to make our gate, out of breath and sweaty, in time for a flight to New York. However, the abnormal struck about the time we reached our gate. Upon arrival, we learned that our flight was delayed because the plane had been hit by lightning, and the maintenance crew were checking instruments. Thus our dashing was in vain, and we now had a three hour delay, which, in the process of time and a total of 11 planes attacked by lightning, turned into nine hours. Fortunately, we had a fearless leader who arranged a different path Eastward: we were to fly to Portland, Oregon.
After a long delay and some frustration, we did make Portland, and from there Atlanta, Georgia, and ultimately, a day behind and road-weary, Dublin.
And that’s why I haven’t written in a month, and how “to pull a Portland” has become a term in my travel book.