Quirks

I thought I’d share a few quirks of living here that I’ve encountered. Well quirks from my point of view as up to now being very English. The longer I live here, the more I’m becoming aware that it is in fact very different!

These are generalisations, it must be said..

It’s very Catholic, we live in a Parish. If you have read my blog at all you should know I’m a full on Jesus follower. As long as people who say they have a faith are following Jesus, I don’t have a problem with different denominations. But I would like to know how on earth, every time I get into a proper conversation with a female here I somehow start being told about the local priest and how lovely he is…I have no idea how it happens…one minute talking about the weather, the next the priest 😂,

There is lovely food everywhere. Every petrol station you enter usually has some sort of deli/food counter. So do the little supermarkets. The cakes are just gorgeous….and as for tayto crisps…hmm

That’s our tea, not lovely Irish food. Although it is Irish Beef.

The bread tastes different, even the normal sliced loaves. Nice though.

There are also quite a lot of pubs..one of our local ones is also a shop and sells stamps. Another one has a petrol pump and you go into the pub to pay.

Irish people in general seem to be nuts for kids and are usually really good with them. I love this about Ireland. Everywhere you go you seem to see amused/adoring glances and get asked how old they are a lot.

People call round and stop in their cars if you’re outside, to say hello/talk. This is wonderful, but very, very different to England. There’s an older lady who walks everywhere and she calls in of an evening unexpectedly at least once a month. She arrives in the pitch black and leaves in the pitch black (and it is very black at night here).

People really do seem to want to help you, whether it’s information, practically or finding a tradesman, they’re helpful.

They also seem to drive very fast on a different note…lots of overtaking on the roads.

There is a lot of bureaucracy and doubling up of information on coming into the country and trying to get sorted. That’s a government thing though.

Finally! I’m sure there are more, but I’ll leave it here.. the border to Northern Ireland:

The border to the Republic of Ireland (sorry it isn’t very clear):

The only difference is that one is mph and the other kph. I hope it stays that way. It’s cool.