Because the Irish culture is similar to American culture in many ways {English speaking, Western}, it was often easy to forget that I was in a foreign place. Every once in awhile, however, something would strike me with the realization that yes indeed, things are different on the other side of the Atlantic.
Toto, we are not in Kansas anymore...
Many signs were not just in English. Interestingly enough, some Irish people also speak Irish.
You order a medium soda and this is what you get. No super sizing on this side of the Atlantic!
Also, how about some curry sauce to dip your fries... er, chips... in? While pretty tasty, this yank still prefers ketchup.
Apparently the politically correct have not yet barred this tissue label. Man size tissues are pretty much bigger than your face. Awesome!
Paying to use a public restroom just about killed me. Freedom isn't free, folks.
And before we return from this quick tour, I can't help but share with you the moment when all of my stereotypical Irish dreams came true. Eat your heart out America:
That's right. Thatched roof cottage under a perfectly arced rainbow. My husband visibly cringed when he saw me pulling out the camera. "Just do what you have to do, and do it quickly. We shall never speak of it again."
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