Nothing beats a hot bowl of stew on a cold Irish night!

After months of planning, today I finally landed on Irish soil. If the rest of my year (or two)-long stay is anything like the first day, I’d say things will be all right.

My friends Trevor and Sinead – who no doubt will become recurring characters in this blog – picked me up at Dublin airport this cold but sunny morning. After a quick stop at the post office, we arrived at Sinead’s house in Collon where I took a power nap before a long, hot shower. On a side note, I didn’t get an ounce of sleep on the flight over on Aer Lingus, even though I had FOUR seats all to myself. Why? Because the arm rests do not go up!!?? Talk about the world’s cruelest joke! But I digress.