After a hectic night of last minute packing, we have arrived at Pearson International Airport in Toronto and are awaiting our first transatlantic flight to Amsterdam.
The first good experience of many came as soon as we approached the gate and realized we get to wait in leather club chairs while we use complimentary Ipads.
I was just starting to grow bored of the electronic blackjack when I heard an older lady behind me arguing with someone on Skype about the poor quality of her webcam. Please don't let her sit behind me on this eight hour flight.
Second Entry
As we near the end of our first flight we are currently 10,000 feet above Ireland. I can't help but feel a strong sense of pride and a mix of other emotions as I look down through the clouds at the small clusters of lights that form the communities. I know my Nana would have been overjoyed to know I am in, or over, her home land. I know as I soar over Dublin, she's right here beside me; pint of Guinness in hand. So with that, I leave you with a Gaelic blessing which she would often recite. It seems very fitting for our journey ahead.
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again,
may God hold you in the palm of His hand.
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