Hello everyone...
I wanted to put up some more pix and stories but I'm having an issue with this computor so - - stories it is...
Now that I'm back in the good ol' U S of A there's a few differences that I've noted because of my Green Island adventure:
I'm still a little shaky at intersections.
While learning to drive in Ireland it took me a few adrenaline rushes to remember which way to look for oncoming traffic. Its amazing how quickly our brains adopt when spurred on my the threat of imminent death.
(Point of interest: in the 6 weeks I was driving in Ireland I think there was only 2 or 3 times when I didn't go to the wrong side of the car.)
Oh and something else that may amuse you (it did me)...
The first time I got into my car I smashed my left hand into the driver's door trying to grab the stick shift while at the same time my left foot was wheeling about in mid air looking for a non-existant clutch pedal - seeing as how I drive an automatic.
I didn't realize I had seen my first Robin of the spring because an Irish Robin bears very little resemblance to a North American Robin other than the red at its breast which isn't much help seeing as how the Irish Robin's breast colour is somewhat muted and not as defined.
There are 2 kinds of drivers: those who wish to get there as quickly as possible and those who wish to get there... eventually. This holds true in both countries.
The difference being, in Ireland one must be aware that around every blind corner is the danger of a tractor and because of this the average Irish driver has very little road rage.
Guiness is just as cold there as it is here - but its a bit sweeter here than it is there. (And black 'n' tans are soldiers not a beer drink.)
Back home I am inundated with road signs; turn here, turn there, this is the road, that's the road, you are here, etc. In Ireland you had to know where you were going (and all the names of the towns on the way) because there wasn't any signs to tell you where you are so you had to just trust that if you hadn't seen a sign for your destination in awhile you were probably going the right way. (you hoped - unless you missed the sign that gave you your turn off but you didn't know it was your turn off because it identified some obscure town that you didn't realize was on the way to the town you were headed - sheesh!!)
oh, and one more thing: East Clare Rocks!! Come On The Banner!!
Slainte!
Now that I'm back in the good ol' U S of A there's a few differences that I've noted because of my Green Island adventure:
I'm still a little shaky at intersections.
While learning to drive in Ireland it took me a few adrenaline rushes to remember which way to look for oncoming traffic. Its amazing how quickly our brains adopt when spurred on my the threat of imminent death.
(Point of interest: in the 6 weeks I was driving in Ireland I think there was only 2 or 3 times when I didn't go to the wrong side of the car.)
Oh and something else that may amuse you (it did me)...
The first time I got into my car I smashed my left hand into the driver's door trying to grab the stick shift while at the same time my left foot was wheeling about in mid air looking for a non-existant clutch pedal - seeing as how I drive an automatic.
I didn't realize I had seen my first Robin of the spring because an Irish Robin bears very little resemblance to a North American Robin other than the red at its breast which isn't much help seeing as how the Irish Robin's breast colour is somewhat muted and not as defined.
There are 2 kinds of drivers: those who wish to get there as quickly as possible and those who wish to get there... eventually. This holds true in both countries.
The difference being, in Ireland one must be aware that around every blind corner is the danger of a tractor and because of this the average Irish driver has very little road rage.
Guiness is just as cold there as it is here - but its a bit sweeter here than it is there. (And black 'n' tans are soldiers not a beer drink.)
Back home I am inundated with road signs; turn here, turn there, this is the road, that's the road, you are here, etc. In Ireland you had to know where you were going (and all the names of the towns on the way) because there wasn't any signs to tell you where you are so you had to just trust that if you hadn't seen a sign for your destination in awhile you were probably going the right way. (you hoped - unless you missed the sign that gave you your turn off but you didn't know it was your turn off because it identified some obscure town that you didn't realize was on the way to the town you were headed - sheesh!!)
oh, and one more thing: East Clare Rocks!! Come On The Banner!!
Slainte!
1 Comments:
Hurrah! I am SO glad you are having a fine time, and am jealous! The Lorraine a' Malena cd is progressing nicely and the people who have gave a listen so far have said WHO is that singing I'll Tell Me Ma! It is so very lovely You shall have fame to come home to my friend! The other track you wrote is shaping up nicely as well I must say. Come home soon, we miss you!!!!!
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