Mooooourning

Here we are standing in the early morn in Dublin airport, Liam drinking coffee at my ear tying to stay awake. It's actually tea, he chimes in. I'm going to try to chroncile this German aventure of the World Youth Day, dedicated to Fionnuala who is not with us this time. After a short night's sleep in the peace centre we're here trying to be civil at an ungodly hour. But at least we won't have to do the daily trekking each day, as we're off to Aachen in the first week to work with people with special needs. I'll weigh in later hopefully.