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&nbsp;<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.&nbsp;<em>What?</em>&nbsp;No one is wearing masks. Man, that felt nice, like<em>&nbsp;going back to life before everything went to shit. That&rsquo;s how it felt to be in Ireland.</em></p> <p>Our first room was numbered #208. My childhood home, where I was raised.&nbsp;<em>Interesting.&nbsp;</em>I read that as a welcoming sign:&nbsp;<em>you are home.&nbsp;</em>And the rest of the trip confirmed that I was right.</p> <p><a href="https://leodeltoro.medium.com/my-first-impressions-of-ireland-part-1-58a63b3bdc96"><strong>Read More</strong></a></p>