Eileen asked me last night if Irish people had been friendly to me, and I told her, “Yes. Though it might be a stereotype, everyone I have talked to has been friendly.”
For example, after arriving in town late around 9pm, I walked around in search of food. Most places had stopped serving for the day, but the busboy at a pub I entered directed me to a restaurant that was still serving food.
This afternoon, I chatted with the shopkeeper at a souvenir store, Celtic Souvenirs I think. He shared that every year he goes to the Massachusetts State Fair in Springfield, and it is a 17-day event and the largest state fair in the country. He said three shopkeepers from Dingle go, and I think I will also go this year. September should be a nice time of year to see my brother and to see what kinds of foods Massachusetts folks fry at their state fair 🙂
Today on my drive out of Dingletown, at a very narrow section of the mountain pass, I came to a standstill with a lorry. The truck driver maneuvered a little bit, and when it was clear there was no room for both of us, he reversed his truck nearly 200 m, so I could pass. I don’t know mountain–driving etiquette, or if I had erred by not stopping further up the road, but he was so pleasant about the whole exchange.
At the end of my hike down East Tower, the woman at the bottom of the hill waved me over so I could wash my shoes at her spigot and use a brush to knock the mud off of my shoes. We had a friendly chat about how horrible the weather is and how this is the worst weather she’s ever seen. “The lambs will be coming in another week, and we will have to put them in the barn on feed because there isn’t enough grass.” Are you kidding me, was all I could think.
This is what not enough grass looks like.
My point being people are really friendly here.
Today has been lovely so far.
This morning, breakfast at the Hideout Hostel consisted of Greek yogurt with granola and brown, seeded bread with brie, cheddar, butter, and strawberry preserves. Yum.
I spent a few hours at the Bean in Dingle (after scraping my rental in an alley during an ill-fated, parking attempt), for a nice coffee and to knock a few things out for work.
Then I drove part of Slea Head Drive, which hugs the Dingle Peninsula. Breathtaking scenery. Green pastures separated by stonewalls with cotton-candy colored sheep, and the Atlantic ocean stretching out to the west.