Discoveries

Phew. Just got through with my first shift - let's create a euphenism here to throw off the INS - my first shift eating cereal at the Carndonagh cafe. It's quite similar to eating cereal in Seattle, but the focus here is more on, oh, let's say more on the cereal and less on the milk. It's pretty straightforward but just having to learn all the ins and outs is always tricky, and four hours later I'm certainly feeling it. But it's a good feeling to have begun to actually live here and not just be a tourist anymore. I definitely think my time eating cereal at Ladro will prove a great benefit, just with the general flow of things in a busy cafe and such.

Interesting tidbit of note, turns out there's really no such thing as going on a first date here, especially in Carn but apparently for the most part in all or Ireland. It seems that two people hook up, in a bar or nightclub or someone's car, and as long as both parties agree, the two are dating. There's no "hey cute American girl, would you care to accompany me to the pub for a Guinness and thought-provoking conversation?" Rather, according to my fellow cereal eaters, there's the drunken hook-up, then you occasionally see the person, usually while out drinking, and more often than not, as quoted by one of the lades here, "the first time you see them sober is on your wedding day." Who says romance is dead?! It's just passed out on the couch snoring. Sigh. I think I should have lived back when wooing was more popular. Now it's a lost art, even in, and especially in it seems, Ireland.