I was supposed to travel to Manchester, England with three other people: my father and a two former colleagues to catch a couple Manchester United games at Old Trafford. Though I had been three times before, this was going to be the first for everyone else, so I took great care in organizing things. Unfortunately, my friends had second thoughts and canceled a week prior. Then, my father came down with pneumonia and wasn’t able to recover in time. So, I ended up going alone.
I arrived on Friday morning, took a stadium tour in the afternoon and then attended the home game against Norwich on Saturday. Instead of sticking around Manchester for the remainder of the week to see the Real Madrid match, I decided to go to Ireland instead. In order to get there, I took a three hour train ride from Manchester to Holy Head, then caught a three hour ferry ride to Dublin. After wandering around Dublin that night, I decided to rent a car and make the three hour drive to Galway on the west coast. I ended up spending three days in Galway, which I liked a lot.
I had a great time. At least three times better than I would of had at home.