Carlingford
This was the friendliest town in Ireland. Sean and I walked into a pub and all the guys in there (yes, mostly men) started giving me shit about the bags I was carrying.
“Whot, ye gawt in ‘ere?”
“Umm, gifts…for people back home.”
“Ahhh, American.”
“New Yorkers,” I clarified. A different breed of American.
“American girls are by far the prettiest! We’re glad you came to this pub!”
“Thanks,” I said, “My boyfriend thinks so, too.” I gave the man (I later learned his name was Simon) a wink. He bought us each a beer and he and his friends spent the rest of the night talking to us and buying us drinks.
Seriously…if you ever go to Ireland, Carlingford is a MUST.