After six flights, three countries, two competitions and one epic memory, we are home.
My three children and I travelled to Glasgow for the World Irish Dance Championships where my two sons were competing. Our first flight to Dublin was delayed which caused us to miss our connecting flight to Glasgow. I sprinted through the airport with three kids in tow, abandoning the luggage carousel, to try and find four new seats to the city that was expecting 20,000 visitors that week for the Worlds. Continue reading