Monday, December 10, 2012

The Irish

Guys the Irish are so nice.

When I first got here my host mom was like "People here are the nicest in the world."
Being my cynical self I was like "Okay." But thinking. Well, you would of course think that. It is just what you are going to think. 


But it is true. It is completely true.

I have lived a lot of places. But the Irish are just so naturally nice.

Like this weekend I was freezing because the heating was off in my acting studio and I already had a cold.
Then this classmate of mine went down to restaurant (we use a room upstairs) to ask them if they would please turn the heating on for us. They weren't able to please turn up the heating. They couldn't because the manager with the keys had left for Mass. "Welcome to Ireland." As my friend said. But then instead of just running back upstairs she bought herself a tea and me a hot chocolate. This is a great girl, but we are little more than aquaintances. But she still bought me a warm drink just because.

Not only that she bought me a warm beverage that wasn't tea or coffee. Possibly the only thing that the Irish and the English agree on is the necessity of tea.

The thing with this film class is the commute. I am sure I have ranted about this before. But, anyway here we go again. To get to this class I have to leave Friday night, 3 hours on a bus. Then stay at a hostel. They know me by name now. Then Saturday I go to class  and then another 3 hours on a bus.

Upon hearing this two people-- neither of whom had known me more than the morning-- offered that I could stay with them. Like it was the most natural thing in the world to offer a spare room to a stranger. Which, at least in America, it isn't. One even said. "I've only just met you but you don't seem like an axe murderer or a thief of any kind. So here is my card. We women have to look out for each other."

Then there are the people at the hostel I stay at weekely (despite the nice invitations my American sense of privacy can't just let me invade someone's home unless we are blood relatives or have known each other long enough we might as well be.)

They let me skip the line to check in or check out.
They give me travel tips.
They are my friends.

Then sometimes when I am walking with my kids ( the kids that I mind)  and waiting to cross a road someone in oncoming traffic will stop, thus stopping all traffic, just to let us pass.

Today this happened. And while I was walking with the little girl across the road she starts screaming. I knew she had dropped her glove. So I told her we would just wait until the cars went by  and we'd go back and get it.

Then the nice guy who had stopped traffic for us pulled over. Got out of his car, picked up her glove and crossed the road to give it to us.

It was so nice.

And these are (relative) strangers. Not the awesome people in my ward or my awesome family. These are just people on the street. Bottom line. The Irish are awesome.

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