Coming from a country where traffic flows the right way, we accepted the driving left hand challenge in Ireland. Eventually, we got the hang of it, but not before we got a few scares.
We’re just writing to let you know we really cherished the time we spent together. Even though it was only for a short period, we often find ourselves reminiscing on those moments with yearning.
I remember we hit it off almost instantly. Almost, because it took us a while to get used to the car you lent us. I have to say your driving habits are weird, at best. But after an hour or so we kind of got over it, and from there on our friendship flew naturally.
Your jolly nature and unassuming character made it really easy though. We loved how you always had something nice to say, or a surprise up your sleeve. I always tell our friends at home that no one is as surprising as Ireland.
We really miss the long drives with frequent stops to gaze on the amazing landscape. And the stories you used to tell us about your family’s traditions. But what we miss the most are the evenings at the pubs, downing pint after pint of your delicious beer, chatting over the chreerful chords of the music of your people.
Maybe sometime soon we can pay you another visit. There’s so much we left out. And maybe next time we can head up North!
Oh, and I do hope you send us a picture of one of those Leprechauns you said roam around your backyard sometimes. We were really sad we didn’t get to see one.
Zeza and Zeca.