My First Impressions of Ireland — Part 1
<p>Going to Ireland made me realize I knew nothing about it other than some American stereotypes and Irish music I love. I decided to remain naive or simply have no expectations at all. My self-inflicted ignorance paid off beautifully as <em>Ireland surprised my soul.</em></p>
<p>The first stop was Dublin. Out of the plane through an airstair on an island set the tone. Soon I realized there was something even better. <em>What?</em> No one is wearing masks. Man, that felt nice, like<em> going back to life before everything went to shit. That’s how it felt to be in Ireland.</em></p>
<p>Our first room was numbered #208. My childhood home, where I was raised. <em>Interesting. </em>I read that as a welcoming sign: <em>you are home. </em>And the rest of the trip confirmed that I was right.</p>
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