I have never
crossed the Atlantic. While I have been lucky to travel many places in my first
30 years, crossing the Atlantic is an experience that has escaped me. While I
have always dreamed of visiting many places on the European and African
continent, I have never acted on my desires to do so. Instead, I would justify
my inaction by convincing myself my time and money would be better spent
elsewhere, and that visiting the old world was something that could wait “until
I was older.” Realizing this perspective was a foolish way to approach and
experience that would undoubtedly provide me memories and insight that would
last a lifetime, I decided to make my dream of crossing the Atlantic a reality
during my “I have never...” year. After recruiting my friend, Patrick, to
accompany me on my journey (Unfortunately, Rachael didn’t have enough vacation
time to come along), I started narrowing down a list of potential destinations.
Eventually a bit of luck, one amazing deal, and some good timing resulted in
Patrick and I booking a trip to one of the places I have always wanted to
experience, Ireland.
Although
Patrick and I booked our trip many months ago, its approach came surprisingly
quick. As we prepared for our travels, Patrick and I would periodically talk
about the coming experience surrounded by an air of disbelief. We knew we were
making the trip to a place of beauty and deep history, but the idea of making
the trip seemed altogether surreal as we approached our day of departure.
Inevitably, that day came, so Patrick and I loaded up our bags and made the
short trip to Chicago to catch our flight to the Emerald Isle. The realization
we were a day away from planting our feet in Ireland was more than enough to
excite us, but the first step in the process was making the seven hour flight
across the second largest body of water in the world.
The plane... |
My previous
travels provided previous experience making long flights from one location to
another, but I knew this flight would be particularly long given the ultimate
destination. In our best effort to prevent jet lag, Patrick and I booked a
flight to leave this evening, figuring we could sleep our way to Ireland and
wake up ready to experience the country. Stated plainly, that didn’t happen.
The wonder and excitement about our forthcoming experiences kept Patrick and I
awake the majority of our flight across the ocean. Although I tried my best to
lull myself to sleep with soft music and boring entertainment, my body refused
to rest. As a result, I dozed in and out of sleep for 10 to 15 minutes roughly
every hour, with my body jolting me awake to check the clock each time I
realized I had fallen asleep. It was clear a good night’s rest was not in the
cards for me, but I knew I wasn’t going to let that get the best of me.
The view from my seat... |
Hours into
our flight, somewhere between days and between time zones, I looked up and
realized we were nearly half way across the Atlantic. With the rows of people
around me calmed to a slumber, I did my best to keep quiet as I rifled through
my laptop bag looking for something to do. My efforts proved unsuccessful,
which prompted me to turn on the television monitor in the back of the chair in
front of me and pull up our flight map. The map showed us little more than half
way through our trip, which produced equal feelings of excitement and
frustration that landed on indifference. In response, I stared into the blue
glow of the screen and followed the map for minutes on end until I finally
started to feel a heaviness consume me. Moments later I was finally asleep, and
my body was ready to let me stay that way.
Getting there |
Sometime
later I was stirred to life by an announcement that came bellowing over the
cabin speakers. As I came to I caught the tail end of the pilot’s message,
which indicated we were about the land in Dublin. The realization of the
message forced me forward and into an upright position at my seat. Excitement
tore through my body once more and I came to grips with the fact that a dream
was soon to be a reality. Although it was still hard for me to believe, the
whole thing seemed more real in that moment than it hard at any point prior. I
had crossed the Atlantic, I was over Ireland, and I was minutes away from
starting a journey of new experiences in a totally unfamiliar country. All I
could do was smile.
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