1. The Irish drive on the wrong side of the road. Not only that, but they sit on the wrong side of the car. For me, it's the strangest feeling, sitting on the "driver's side", but having no steering wheel there. For Darren, the strangeness comes in shifting with his left hand and meeting oncoming traffic while resisting the urge to swerve onto the shoulder. For Nancy (Darren's mom, who has her own rental car), the weirdest thing is remembering that there's an extra 2/3 of a car on her left that she's not used to compensating for. The Irish drive like raving lunatics. They come careening around corners, in the RIGHT lane, which here is the WRONG lane, and then they swerve over into the LEFT lane, which is the RIGHT lane, just before hitting you head-on. Confusing, eh? It's all very nerve-wracking. After two days, we're finally getting used to it. :)
2. Long days. As I type, it's 9:40 p.m., and it's still light outside. When I awoke this morning (bright eyed and bushy tailed at FIVE FIFTY-THREE....what on earth is THAT about???... it was light, and looked as though it had been for awhile.
3. Cool air. Have MERCY, the weather is gorgeous! The temperature topped out today at about 72 degrees. There's always a gentle breeze blowing. The windows on the house are open, and we drive with the car windows down. I love Ireland! And I worry about the Owen-Griffiths in Fort Worth. That they must bear that oppressive heat after living HERE is, well, SAD.