Irish Know What's Up

I think I was Irish in another life.

As soon as I arrived in Ireland (when I visited last year) I felt like I was...
home.

The people are unbelievable.
The lifestyle is enviable.

Everything is so much more relaxed.

Of all the people we met on our travels there - not one, and I literally mean, not

one, asked my husband or I what we "did for a living".

Everyone wanted to know where we were from, what we did for fun,

what interested us.

WHAT? A conversation that doesn't revolve around what job you have?

It was a lovely break from the Southern Ontario attitude of

"tell me what you do, so I can compare myself to you and see who is more

successful".  

Barf.

I think I smiled the whole time I was there.

My husband and I, and our dear friend Meaghan were having brunch one

day in Northern Ireland. 

It was maybe 11AM, and the table beside us - two gentlemen, 

had started into a couple of pints of Guiness.

(sidebar - Guiness in Ireland is delish)

It was the best... we were there having breakfast,

but it was completely acceptable for people to be having a drink.

Judgemental? Nope.

If that happened here,

whispers would be running rampant,

the word "alcoholic" would be tossed,

people with nothing better to do would have something to say.

Ireland - I miss you.