I left from JFK on Sunday night around 9PM and arrived in Dublin at about 9:30AM, which was weird cause the sleeplessness is getting to me. The trip was not all that bad, planes are just boring and uncomfortable. I guess the "How To Marry A Millionaire" glamourous flight was a lie. A terrible lie. We got to Ireland and my friends and I brilliantly decide to walk to the chemist and grocery. Bad idea. We wandered in the beautiful area around Marino for nearly hour before we found a little place for DC. Like Scarlet and her hankerchief so are me and my DC. We got to our rooms which are cute, very hotely;less dormy. We started our meal plan and the food was soo good probably because it was recently killed. Thats not a we're a more superior nation subtle dig, freshly killed chicken is simply better than thawed. We're all just relaxing now and going to bar within walking distance tonight, then classes tomorrow. Love you all!