Roundabouts

I have to say that the strangest thing that I have seen during my stay here has been Roundabouts. I've been here for three days and I still don't have the faintest idea of how they work or how they could ever be a safe alternative to a four-way stop.

But first thing first. It took almost an entire day to get here. I don't care what time zone you are in; that is an exhausting experience. First an early 6 hour drive from Cleveland to Chicago. Then about 7 hours of Airport irritation before an 8 hour flight. I'd like to say that my first impression of Ireland was memorable and that I saw the picturesque green pastures that I had imagined. But i didn't. I saw a busy city transit where I caught a bus heading to Dungarvan.

It was during the 3 hour ride from Dublin to Dungarvan that my expectations for the area became reality. I saw seemingly endless stretches of beautiful green pastures in every direction. Hugging the road were old stone walls, exaggerating each of its many curves with gothic accent. It was during this time that the reality of my trip really set in. I would be living in Ireland for the next three months.

It really struck me that I didn't even have to get out of the bus to experience my first culture shock. I am sure that I will never be adjusted to cars driving on what Americans call the wrong side of the road. For my own sake and for the sake of others around me I will not be operating any vehicle during my stay here.

I am excited to explore the quaint city of Dungarvan, but first a nap!