The cabin spaced out and from my window I saw the islands off Connemara shoreline, near endless sky inbetween and finally Newfoundland.
Falling asleep at the gate in IAD, waiting for the local transfer flight, was a little remiss, but a kindly official ran me out to the delayed plane in the dark, the pilot did a thumbs-up and I was aboard and heading home on the final leg of the journey.
