The travellog of a female mind

Leaving the house - Taxi driver a tad late, bye mummy and cat
Buying knickers coz got none with me
Meeting Koraljka at Zagreb airport, duty free, she buys a silk scarf for teacher of her son...bribing (or better still: emotional blackmail) for good marks...
WizzAir flight - some British, Croat male arguing with gay Hungarian skycap because of order rejection and menu item not being available...low fare airlines - globalization at its best...
Luton - Drunk British, filling in data about Gabe who's waiting in Galway - "Where are u going? What do you do? What does your boyfriend do? What kind of a relationship is that??"
Landing in Shannon - immigration asks how does that work with an Irish lad - I answer "I'm going to take him with me to Croatia" - He answers: "Good, we have too many here anyway..."
Usual first impression - Smell of Irish air, get a picture of the place 3000km away from Cro, first drizzle, family with kid in bar, no smoking, internet in buses...wow factor...
Getting into car - Gabe got me tins of Becks instead of Guinness, car alarm goes off involuntarily, fuckodrome impossible, no casual sex possible in Eire cause of national parks everywhere
Waking up in Galway a little later, wind, rows of little white houses passing by...feel great factor...