I took a stroll to village center this afternoon. I was pleased to be asked for directions for the first time. I didn’t know the street of course, and was immediately revealed as American, and lost all respect when I offered my map. We were told recently that Irish folks don’t count map reading among their skills, and if directions can’t be given by the standard landmarks of churches or pubs, don’t even bother!
I took some pictures along the way.
In other news:
- I’ve talked with several recruiters, and have been submitted for two positions. We’ll see if any interviews materialize.
- Bill picked up our ’96 VW Polo today.