The time had come. The time for travel! Yesterday, I set off for Tarragona. An unexpected journey, but one I had come to look forward too. Every downside in life has a contrasting upside. Some people tend to dwell on the downside for far too long. Me? I’m gliding straight up that upside avenue! To be fair, I can’t complain too much. I’m going to a city where the weather is a constant 30 degrees, occupied by numerous stretches of beach and a culture I had become accustomed to through living in Barcelona. You’re all aware of the downsides by now, so it’s time to look on this journey in a more positive note. A new experience, a new destination and a new challenge. I can’t wait!
Yesterday was dedicated to a day of travel. A long day too. To say I was tired upon arrival was an underestimation. The worst part was that I arrived in Tarragona relatively early. I’ve come to terms with the fact that travelling makes me really tired. And I’ve done a lot of plane trips back and forth over the past year! So, that’s a lot of tiredness and I still can’t get used to it. My flight was at 9am in Dublin airport. I don’t mind actually being in Dublin airport, it’s the journey to Dublin that kills me. I live in limerick, which is further down south of Ireland. This meant having to get up at 5.30am to travel to Dublin, which is roughly 2.30 hours away from my house. My father kindly offered to drive me up, which was a blessing. I’d much rather sit in the car with my dad than take two buses, which is what I would have had to do if it wasn’t for my dad’s lovely gesture. He also had work that day, so for him to get up that early and go straight from Dublin back to Limerick for work was really nice. The things my parents do for me!
Needless to say, I arrived at the airport in good time. I could barely keep my eyes open at this stage, and I wasn’t even on the plane yet. Very much reminiscent of a zombie. Airports are very much a routine for me. I pretty much do the exact same thing every time. I always arrive roughly an hour and a half before departure, go straight up to the departures notice to see where my gate is, go more or less straight to the gate and wait. I don’t like to overcomplicate things. There isn’t much to do in an airport anyway!
Surprisingly enough, I was on the plane in no time. Usually the waits are tedious but it went around quite fast this time. Thankfully. The plane was roughly 2.30 hours, although I’m not sure if that takes into account the hour difference or not. I have no idea how different timezones work to be honest. I knew beforehand it would be a good time to catch up on some sleep. I was sitting right at the back of the plane, which meant I could get off relatively quickly upon arrival to Reus Airport. Guess what I didn’t end up doing though? Sleep.
There was so much happening around me that I didn’t want to sleep, for fear of missing out on anything. Every small thing that was occurring on the plane ignited my mind and I began to think and think. Not only think, but write too. Me not sleeping turned out to be a positive, and not a negative.
One thing that did catch my attention was how positive young children are. They never seem to look for the negatives in life. Atleast not the children that were on this plane anyway. The journey certainly added emphasis to this. It seemed as though there was an endless amount of children on the plane. Loud children, but comical all the same. Two rows ahead of me, there was a family but in particular a young girl. She must have been only three or four at most. Before the plane took off, she kept repeating over and over in a chirpy and cheerful voice, “It’s going to crash”. If anyone was scared of flying, that certainly wasn’t going to relax them. It did amuse a few of us though, who giggled at this child. It’s safe to say she doesn’t know what’s the right and wrong thing to say yet. Three rows behind me, another young child was sitting with his family. A boy. Slightly more acceptable with his words! He was sitting beside his older or younger brother (I’m not sure which) and shouted loudly in a surprised tone, “Jackson, look how high we are! I think I can see the whole world from here.”. This again was followed by a handful of laughs. I wasn’t the only person to appreciate and admire the imagination and enthusiasm of this boy.
Before I knew it, we had arrived in Reus airport. I was feeling more fresh and excited after the plane trip, something I thought would be the complete opposite. Although once I got back into the travelling side again, the tiredness quickly returned. I had to wait an hour at the airport for a bus to Reus city. This seemed bizarre to me having to wait that long for a bus to a city, that was no more than five minutes from the airport, but apparently I did. Maybe I missed a bus beforehand, I don’t know. The airport was tiny, so again I found myself not really doing much apart from sitting down and relaxing. An hour had passed and I was on the bus to Reus city, and then to Tarragona from there. The wait wasnt as long in Reus and I found myself at the front door of my apartment in no more than thirty minutes. I just about made it up the flight of stairs and straight onto my bed where I slept like a baby.
So there you have it, my day of travel. It was long and dreary with occasional bursts of inspiration and comedy but I made it. It’s time to settle in and get used to my surroundings. I’m eager. Let’s see what Tarragona has in store for me on my ever growing life experience.
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