This is the first in a series about a mother – daughter trip to Ireland. We’d dreamed of doing this for ages, and when it finally happened, we had a blast. I was held hostage in the Shannon airport, we heard some terrible jokes and great music and we made some fun new friends. Feel free to follow along!
Chicago’s O’Hare airport is an interesting place, but not for seven hours. My mother and I came to this conclusion ten minutes into our long layover there. We were en-route to Shannon Ireland, and while not excited about our downtime, we were also uneasy about leaving the airport. What if we got lost or mugged, and didn’t make it back in time to catch our flight? But the alternative of playing solitaire and wandering aimlessly for seven hours was unthinkable. We decided to throw caution to the wind and set out for the City of Chicago.