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. 

Pics are posted here.

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?