Where the streets have no name...
Ok, I know Bono wasn't talking about Dublin when he wrote that song (see below), but seriously! Fortunately being perpetually lost in Dublin did not mar our trip. I won't bore you with the details. I did fall in love with Ireland, although it was completely different than I imagined (not bad, just different). I learned a bit about myself; my sister shined a light on some not so flattering qualities I have embodied as of late (namely loss of confidence). All in all it was a wonderful experience. Without further ado, here are the top lessons learned in Ireland (in no particular order):
1) Always bring a converter even if you don't think you'll need one (R.I.P. portable fan).
2) If you are lost, look up (on the side of buildings--that's where the street signs are posted).
3) Roundabouts are the Irish version of a do-over!
4) Never underestimate the power of a pot of tea.
5) A Spar can save your life (or at least ease your hunger at a very low cost!).
6) A little more planning would have paid off and saved some money.
7) Traveling with someone you love is helpful when you have been up for 24 hours and are a bit cranky.
8) Sometimes veering off the scheduled route leads to amazing discoveries.
9) If you want interesting info--ask a local.
10) A little patience goes a long, long way.
So, I still need a "thing" for this month. I toyed with the idea of counting Ireland for both August and September, but that's wussing out, right? Any ideas?