Dublin to London

We boarded the plane taking us from Dublin to London early morning.

I sat next to a boy I pegged Polish from the book he was reading. (A foreign J.R. Tolkein read, by the description "It's about ring and people find ring and have special powers".) I don't think he knew all what I was saying, but I believe he had me pegged as a naive foreign girl who was poorly attempting to flirt with him. But, au-con-trier my Polish brethren, I was merely entertaining my American sense of entitlement by prying into everyone else's business in an attempt to take my mind off my own troubles with the turbulance.

(When he snuck to the bathroom, I snuck a picture of his book in memory of our 90 minutes of international alliance.)

On 2nd thought, I'm thinking he was merely galiac and did not want to embarass me, that he knew exactly what I was saying when I commented to my friend, "I don't believe he has any idea what I'm saying to him. I could say anything, and he'd smile and nod." may have been a bit overboard with the Yankee-ism. Hind sight, Natalie, hind sight.