The Last Transit

20th: Forgetting everything about time zones, I thought I would be able to sleep, so around 23, I took out my contact lenses and closed my eyes to sleep, however it was then announced that the descend would begin shortly, and I remembered everything about timezones, put in a new pair of contact lenses, and landed in Dublin.

21st: I had a wait from 5 in the morning (Dublin time) to 16.50 before my plane would leave for Malaga, so I simply sat around in a comfy leather chair, and read in my book Kite Runner, and sat still daydreaming when I got tired of reading, but the wait was indeed excruciatingly slow, but time didn't stop, the plane came, I boarded and read the in-air shopping magazine for 3 hours, until I landed in Malaga, and this is where it got fun.
I waited at the luggageline until it stopped going round, and then I knew my luggage had been lost, but I trudged on, complained everywhere, until I was told that I could find my luggage in Terminal 2. So I went outside, had a heart hello with my mother and stepfather, went over to get my rucksack, and I was officially home, now I just need to go back to Denmark, before I feel I can call my journey complete.

Postscript:

Apparently I forgot to turn subscription on for my time in America, so here are those posts:

From The D, To The C!
New York Solo
New York Duo
Windswept In Chicago
Boston