Our flight attendant was named Wendy and that seemed like a good omen.
Our cabdriver from the airport was a lady whose every second word was “feckin’.” Apparently all the other drivers on the road tonight were “feckin’ eejits” and she had quite a time getting us to our B & B. She told us we are staying in the posh part of town.
Carol and Pat, our hosts, could not have been lovelier. Full Irish breakfast is between 8 and 9. We are so excited to be here, though, that we can’t stop grinning. Who needs sleep?