Sunday in Dublin

We woke up on time Sunday, and every thing was going according to plan. We grabbed our taxi at 5:30 and he took us to the bus station. He offered to drive us to the Airport (which was an hour away) but we said no because we wanted to charge us £50. We went to get on the bus, and I didn’t have enough cash for a ticket so we went to an ATM. As I was taking my money out of the ATM the bus left. We figured…no big deal; we’ll catch the next one. Only the next one didn’t leave until 6:30 and wouldn’t arrive until 8am. Our flight left at 8:40 but the gate closed at 8:10. That wouldn’t work. So now we had to figure our how we were going to get to the airport in time.
We walked outside of the train station trying to catch a cab to the airport. We figured it couldn’t be that expensive. We talked to a cabbie and he said it would be £120 for a ride to the airport. £120!!!! SO much money. I tried to talk him down to a lower price, but he wouldn’t budge.
Instead of taking a cab to the airport, we took one to the train station in an attempt to catch the 6:20am train. We got to the station at 6:19am. SOO close!! We ran in and tried to buy a ticket but the machines were broken. Then we were approached by someone who worked there with an electronic ticket machine who sold us tickets. We grabbed them from his hand and RAN to the train platform, but we had JUST missed it. Luckily, there was another one leaving at 6:40am.
We took the train to the airport and got there around 7:30. We went in and made it through security without a problem. We were at our gate by 8am. Things would have been perfect….except that Ryan Air was late…AGAIN. So the airline that prides itself on being on-time was late 2 out of the 4 times I used them. Go Ryan Air.
So after all that traveling just to get to the airport, instead of just paying the £50 it would have cost us for the cab driver to take us directly to the airport, we paid £16 for the cab ride, another £18 for the second cab ride, and £20 each for a train ticket. That’s a total of £74….
We landed in Rome and caught the bus to the center of the city with ease (amazing huh?). The we had a few hours to kill before our 2:30pm bus left for Ascoli. So….we ate some pizza….and played some slots haha. I learned not to bother…I DO NOT understand those games in English, never mind Italian!
When we got on the bus, there were four other girls from our program on there too. Christine and I got front row seats on the second floor (yes, they take double decker busses around the cliffs of Italy) and we were soo excited for the ride back. Then, out of no where, some crazy old lady comes up to us and stars yelling at us saying that we took her seat. Apparently, she RESERVED! the seats we were sitting in. Go figure…typical.So we moved to the back of the bus and slept/watched Grey’s Anatomy the whole way back.
Getting back into Ascoli was the best feeling ever. I was so sick of traveling around everywhere. I was so excited for a good night’s sleep! For dinner that night (because the bus dropped us off at 5:30pm) we went to Teatro Pizzeria and had some AMAZING pizza for €4. I think the thing I missed the most about Ascoli was the cheap food!