Friday 9 June 2023--Long travel day, starting with the two-and-a-half hour drive from Dingle to Shannon, followed by the usual airport nonsense, the flight to Boston, and more airport nonsense. Take the Logan Express bus to Framingham through Friday afternoon traffic, then drive home. Not sure how long that takes--probably not as long as it seems. Bobby listens patiently to me complaining that I retired so I wouldn't have to sit in traffic on the Turnpike anymore. Probably bothers him less than having a retired bus driver riding shotgun in Ireland for twelve days. (I criticized the way Ron loaded their luggage into the airport shuttle van...enough said.) Bobby left his car at my house, so he drives home from there, and I run up to the grocery store to make sure I'll have breakfast in the morning.

Traveling is getting to be more difficult, but the rewards still far outweigh the hassles. I hope that will remain the case for a while yet--there are unvisited places still on my list, not to mention the many favorites I'd like to return to. Time to start planning the next trip.