When I stepped off the plane, Ireland looked just like home. I saw highways, cars, and people bustling about. But, once we entered the small town of Armagh, I started to notice all of the differences. The buildings are older. The lines on the road are crooked. The pavement is bumpier. Waiters don’t care as much and bartenders don’t have menus. Most people on the street have quick wits and are ready to yank your chain at a moment’s notice.
The more differences I see, the more I feel as though I have stepped into another world and that I must discover all of the differences that I can. Ireland is full of doors to be opened, places to explore and people to meet. The adventure has only just begun.