What a nightmare! On March 2nd I was supposed to go on holiday for a week. The plan was to fly into Dublin, take a bus down to Cork and take part in the annual Ireland Sacred Harp convention along with a hundred other shape not singers from all across Europe and the US. Sadly winter decided to be nasty and covered Ireland in snow and snowstorms. As a result the airport was closed and the flight cancelled. The next available flight would have been on March 4th in the evening – when the convention was over. So with a tear in my eye, I cancelled the entire trip (as did my friends who were joining me for the Sacred Harp convention).
I had been looking forward to this trip since last year in October! And of course I didn’t want to simply show up at work on Monday and tell my colleagues: „surprise, I decided I like you more than being on holidays, so here I am!“ Alternative plans, like going to London instead or fly somewhere else within Europe spontaneously, were quashed immediately after they came up: flights to London were too expensive and full. Flights to anywhere else on such short notice exceeded every normal person’s budget.
So what could I do? I could not stay at home! It would have made me so miserable. And then my dad called because he had some question about the oh so evil internet and I immediately asked him if it would be possible for me to come over for a few days because my holidays just got cancelled. Train tickets were still affordable, my suitcase was packed anyway. And off I went the next afternoon.
What had started as a really bad holiday because of unpredictable winter weather turned into a trip to winter wonderland. For over a week, the temperatures had been really low during the day and especially at night. Ideal condition for going ice skating on natural ice again!