In some ways, Dublin freaks me out like America does with people being friendly. My cab driver last night started polite conversation by asking where I flew in from.
“London.”
“That’s not where you are from though!”
I laughed, “No, that is not where I am from.”
I went into my usual tap dance and finished with I am thinking of becoming a British citizen in a year.
“Don’t be doing that. You’re selling your soul to the devil!”
I laughed.
I discovered that he is afraid of flying and his girlfriend is afraid of water which is a pain when you live on an island.
Really nice guy. He added the big tip I gave him for being a nice guy to the printed receipt so I expense the whole thing.
Everywhere people are friendly. I’m sure when I wander away from the hotel I will find some unfriendly Irish, but I have a feeling it will be harder than it is in London.
*Gaelic for “The weather was wet and windy this morning.” Which it was. Crazy winds and rain a few hours ago. Now it is just cold and wet and I am not looking forward to facing it out there.
