The prodigal daughter returns part one

There is only so long a person can wander this earth feeling alone. I had such a yearning to be with a community and with others that I went to see Pirates of the Caribbean. Although I gave up a chance to stroll the streets of Dublin on the literary tour, I prefer being dry and laughing with other people. It is great to hear them gasp in delight and surprise and there were a few moments when I jumped in my seat as well.

So what is new with me? I came to Ireland searching for answers and discovering a part of myself, instead I found myself at wit's end trying to survive through all the obstacles. It all began when the bus terminal told me I could catch the bus to Doolin. It sounded simple enough. You get on a bus in point A and land in point B. This was not a case as I had landed in Galway where I befriended two Canadians - one from Streetsville! I then boarded another bus right away and it would take an additional two hours for me to reach my destination. At this point, I had not ate or used the washroom so I began to tremble, convulse and finally start hyperventaling which is when I decided to get off at Ballyvaughn. I heaved my two heavy bags onto my shaking body and went into Spar across the street. I asked to use the washroom and when I had went around the corner of the store I was already on verge of collapsing. I could not keep my hands steady and legs kept wabbling as if someone was poking me with an electric buzzer. I was able to relieve myself and gather enough energy to make it to the tourist information area where they pointed me in the direction of the bed and breakfasts.