Directions

I'm finally feeling better, and went to my first class this week today (Archaeology of Ireland, which is actually very interesting...). I was much sicker than my last post may have made me seem. I had a full-on flu, with all the expected effects. BUT that's (pretty much) done with now, except for a wracking cough that keeps me up at night.

So as I was walking back from class, in the rain, of course, feeling somewhat miserable - sick and like a drowned rat - I'm checking out a situation involving a few Garda when a guy walking the opposite direction catches my eye and says "excuse me". I'm a little surprised because I don't know him, and although Irish people are friendly, they don't typically pick you off the street for a conversation. I stop walking and he heads over to me and asks where a particular shoppe is... I of course have no idea, and tell him so, and that I've only been here a week. He asks if I knew which street we were on (I did!) and he thanked me and went on his merry way.

This may seem pretty unremarkable, but I enjoyed the fact that out of all the many people walking down that street, and the Garda 10 ft away, he picked ME out to ask directions. I take it to mean that I fit in rather well in Ireland. I must have had the slightly grumpy face and determined walk that signifies a native to Cork? Who knows. But I'm taking it to mean that he thought I was Irish and knew the city well enough to give him directions, which I enjoy.