For reasons still not completely known to me I decided Saturday night to change my reservation and to fly out of Dublin on Sunday on the late Aer Lingus flight to New York instead of the early.
When I arrived yesterday at Dublin airport at around 15:00 the flight to New York was cancelled due “to weather conditions in New York”.
One lady working for Aer Lingus was handling thirty passengers. “We will do our best to get you to New York today," she kept saying.
Finally I was put on a flight to Boston and from Boston there were buses to New York, not to the city, straight to JFK.
Call me decadent, but I wasn’t in the mood for a bus after a four-hour delay. Already in Dublin I had called my car service, and a gentle driver picked me up in Boston and drove me home.
Many of you seemed to be interested in my inflamed toe, a leftover from Iraq. The picture is an update of this morning 07:00 AM.
It might not look so but it does feel better.