I’m not really sure what i was thinking when i briefly mentioned Ryan during my vacation…
…but the responses on the blog/email/facebook were hilarious!
Truthfully Ryan G. was a God-send {i’ll get to that in a minute}.
Let’s start at the beginning shall we?
Well…the beginning of this story so you can fully appreciate the sheer slap-happy tired we all were.
At our point of meeting Ryan i had been traveling for well over 24 hours. We had arrived in Dublin around 7am, grabbed some lock-boxes to store our stuff in, and took a bus to city center. We spent the day exploring Dulin, then loaded back onto the bus to the airport to catch our 10pm flight to Edinburgh, Scotland. We arrived at the airport a little after 11…and had absolutely no idea what bus to take or how to get to our flat. And by “absolutely no idea” i mean we truly had no idea.
Did i mention we were the last flight at the airport that night?
Did i also mention that there were only…hmmm…THREE airport workers standing in the lobby with little information to help us…yikes.
We get outside and there are two buses.
TWO BUSES left.
The girls went up to one bus and we were like “We need to get here….” and he was all “i’m not sure if i’ll be heading near there go ask the other bus”….oh that other bus was a good distance away and that they were about to leave?!
So i dropped my bag and ran.
Yes, ran.
With my bookbag flailing around and legs moving pretty quickly for no rest in over a day.
Oh, and by this point, the deodorant was gone people, i’m sure of it.
I arrive at the bus and find myself spilling out a poorly worded question to which the bus driver responded:
– _ – {blank face}
So no, that was not our bus.
I then ran back to the other bus grabbed my luggage and waddled on, paying for my ticket.
I was too tired to notice the luggage rack on the first floor of the double-decker bus; and no one even attempted to mention that little gem of knowledge to me.
So i started heaving that thing up the stairs with me.
Now, i’m not sure how many of you actually have traveled in the UK before…but their public transportation system is amazing…and not playing.
They start driving before the doors close.
So picture me, tired smelly amy, attempting to shove this 30+ pound back up a narrow flight of stairs.
It was not happening.
I stood there, leaned there, hyperventilating i was laughing so hard.
Slap-happy i tell you.
When a beautiful angelic hand reached over the top of the railing, grabbed my bag, and hoisted it up like it was a cotton candy stick. I galloped up the steps and who did i spot, Ryan.
“Did you really just lift that with one hand?” i chirped.
*laughter* “uhh…yeah, it looked and sounded like you needed help”
*gulp*
*heart starts thudding*
Darn you scottish accents, you get me every time.
I sat behind him and began shamelessly flirting a riveting conversation on what he was studying at Uni.
He wants to be a P.E. Teacher.
Ryan told us where to go – where to avoid – what to see and do; all in his hypnotizing accent.
Most importantly he told us how to get to our flats.
I do have to admit, he was surprised we could easily understand him.
He said, “I’m from the west Scotland, so my accent is not proper like other scottish people…most people can’t understand me.” When i asked him if we had accents he laughed “oh yeah, you’re definitely american.”….touche Ryan.
We got off the bus before him and he offered to take my bag back down, but i had finagled the duffle bag straps on my back and carried it like a back pack {word to the wise, don’t do this, it cuts into your shoulders and hurts like a bear}.
I said my heart-wrentching 😉 good-bye.
And it wasn’t until the next morning i realized i was so tired and out of it i didn’t get a picture.
Are you sad at this resolution? Because i am…i’m still pretty sad over no Ryan picture.
So Ryan G from the west of Scotland…if you ever read this…hey there.
Oh wait, just kidding, i take that hey there back from the italicized and just give you a hey, there!
You have a girlfriend.
Way to break this ‘merica girl’s heart.
. . .
After my short courtship with Ryan we attempted to find our flat.
After midnight.
Walking through the most quiet and eery streets i’ve ever been on.
And this creepy, creepy man was a few hundred feet in front of us and kept looking at us.
At one point i adjusted my luggage and Beverly asked “what are you doing?” and i responded “freeing up hand space in case if have to fight some idiot”.
That’s right peeps, i’m MMA status, not really but i’d like to be.
We finally made it to the flat (after asking a couple where to go) and once we made it inside – sweet relief!!!! It was incredible and just…comfortable!
So that was our first night in Scotland and my encounter with Ryan.
Also, it was when my love affair with scottish accents truly took a turn for the “obsession” category.
*sigh*
I'm chuckling over here! Sounds like a fun, dreamy 😉 start to your trip.
Ahhh… I love a good traveling story. 🙂
I always say that if things went super smooth the stories would all be boring!
What a great place to stay! It looks so nice. 🙂
How nice of God to send along such a nice, non scary/creepy guy to help you guys. Too bad he wasn't around more! Tell me, what do "West Scottish" accents sound like to your American ears? Were they more throaty and that's why he is normally hard to understand? Or do they not ennunciate/use "proper" words and have a slang wayof communicating?
Can't wait to hear and see the rest of these posts.
What a fun flat and WHY did you not get Ryan's address/number/email address/whatever other means of comuniction possible!?!?!?! Um… Also, you should probably search facebook until you find him. Seriously, tear him away from that dumb girlfriend of his. 😉
This was such a great opener to your adventure overseas! Seriously, I cannot wait to read what happens next. And why does it always seem like the cute nice guys have girlfriends? 🙂
p.s. I would totally rearrange my luggage if I saw a creepy guy. I'm pretty sure I'm always on creepy-guy alert when I'm not with my family and/or dog!
You should totally find Ryan on Facebook! I mean, I'm sure his girlfriend is great, but if something ever did happen between them… I mean, it would be good if you were in the know… 😉
What a funny story!! Gosh–I agree with all these ladies…FIND RYAN!! 🙂 Your flat is super cute, sounds like quite the adventure already!
Scotland. The land of my people! I'm pretty convinced that our clans were besties, Amy. 🙂
Okay, Ryan. I was crying giggling while reading this. What a man! ;)And that socttish accent? Swoon. You should totes stalk him on the facebooks. "our short courtship" bahahah. i was dying. you area hilarious.
so excited to read more about your trip!!
Ryan sounds HOT! I'm glad you're safe after reading about your adventure in trying to find your flat.