When I first returned to America last month, I wrote about the things I had forgotten I missed. But when I got back to Dublin after being away for nearly six weeks, I got the same feeling!
So here are five things I forgot I loved about Ireland, in no particular order.
1. Extra friendly drivers. When you let them squeeze into traffic in front of you and they flash you with their blinkers. It makes driving on the wrong side of the road a little sweeter.
2. Long evenings. It’s not even dark until well after ten!
3. Having the sea so close. That photo above is from Saturday night’s rollerblade along the coast – just around the corner from our house!
4. Whole milk. It just tastes different here and makes coffee way, way better.
5. Fewer options. Everywhere I turned in America, there were so many choices – at restaurants, the grocery store, you name it. So hard to choose!
It’s nice to appreciate being exactly where you are. Know what I mean?
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I love and agree with all! The cabbies are so nice – the gesture of blinking is so small but such a nice gesture. I love when people give me a ‘thanks’ wave too! I watched a fella cross 3 lanes of traffic by waving big ‘thanks’ waves at people the whole time – no one minded one bit!
Great way to remember to be thankful for some wee things.
Meagan
Oh God yes re the milk. Same goes for cheese. I ended up buying mine under the counter when I was in the US. What a bad*ss I was, hunting out MILK on the black market! 🙂
Seriously? I didn’t know you could even get milk on the black market. And wouldn’t have a clue how to find the black market. Such stories, missy!
aww i love this, especially the one about it not being dark for ages. When I was younger I used to hate to go to bed in the summer because even at 9pm the birds would still be singing! Felt so strange to be going to sleep. But now, i love those long light filled evenings. Here in NYC it gets dark around 8:30pm…even that feels luxurious compared to the winter darkness.
I know what you mean! It makes going to sleep early very difficult! My husband says his parents used to enforce a strict early bedtime and would call them in from the green in their estate by yelling that they had to do their chores – so they wouldn’t be embarrassed in front of their friends. Ha!