This post may come off a bit loopy…since I am running on not even 12 hours of sleep within the past 3 days.

The excitement of traveling to a different country has managed to out weigh the fact that a human being needs something like 6 to 8 hours of sleep a night. For me this weekend…try 2 to 4 hours per night.

Thank goodness for adrenaline.

The first night, Sarah and I had a sleepover since the cab was coming to take us to the airport at like 3:30 a.m. Night after that…well…we were in Dublin. Come on.

You can sleep when you’re dead! At least that is how we lived this weekend.

Traveling takes a lot out of a person though. Not like you’re doing anything besides sitting down in the same chair for hours, but for some reason it takes so much energy to travel.

The flights weren’t to long, hardest part was how early in the morning they are. That is what you get when you book with a super cheap company. Beggars can’t be choosers when it comes to dirt poor graduate students.

The worst part of this weekend (travel wise) was the trip from the Stansted Airport in London back to campus.

We took the Stansted Express from the airport to Liverpool Street Station. Easy right? NOT!

We then tried to take the tube…however, with all the tube closures over the weekend, it took us longer to get from the airport to home than it did to fly to Ireland.

A bit ridiculous right? That would explain my exhaustion right now.

In the end, I will gladly say that when it comes to sleep…you really don’t need much of it when it comes to traveling.

Live in the moment. You can sleep when you’re dead…or on holiday.

Travel. Enjoy life. Don’t sleep. 😉