Re: ireland
When I went back in '96, I arrived expecting to spend every last punt before flying back to the states. Thanks to the first scary Irishman I met ("My brother worked in Alburqueeerqee!"), I stayed and folks houses all across the isle, not spending a cent on room. It went sort of like, "Oh, you're going to Athlone? Go to Brogan's Pub and ask for my cousin Ruth and tell her Teddy said to take care of you!". I'd get to Athlone, find Ruth, and she'd tell me what a cur Teddy is, then take me home to meet her husband and kids, feed me, and let me sleep in the spare bedroom for two nights. Ruth would then say, "You're going to Ennis? Go to the Sleeping Donkey Inn and ask for my nephew Ian! He's got a B&B!" Rinse and repeat.
The one regret I have was not taking the 3 day a week fishing boat job in Dingle, and working the other days at the pub for room and board. I would still be there!
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Apollonio Acousto-electric bouzouki (in shop)
Mixter 10 string mandola (still waiting 2+ yrs)
Unknown brand Mandocaster (on the way!)
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