We Should Be More like The Irish

When my dad told me we were going on a surprise trip to Ireland, I didn’t know what to expect. I knew it would be grassy, there would be lots of potatoes, and awesome accents, but that was the whole spectrum of my knowledge of this foreign place. Therefore, I wasn’t really excited and had no idea what was in store, but I am so thankful I got to go. I learned valuable lessons including: It’s easier to be nice than to be rude, you can usually solve problems on your own, and do not procrastinate. (because you’ll be super stressed with makeup work if you do) Plus I got to see some beautiful sights along the way.

To get to Ireland, we had a layover in Philadelphia. Philly happens to be one of my favorite places. I visited it in the eighth grade and fell in love with primarily brick buildings and the overall vibe of the city. After telling my family about how much I love it there, I decided to get a coffee. Upon arriving at the airport coffee shop, I immediately had troubles. I tried to get the baristas’ attention, but they were all ignoring me. Then, finally getting one’s attention, I asked for an iced coffee. The man said they only sell hot coffee, so I asked if I could simply have a coffee over ice. The man said no. So I asked for a cup of ice and a cup of hot coffee. After rolling his eyes and aggressively grabbing the money out of my hand, I got my iced coffee. But I had to make it myself, and waste two cups. I got back to my family and told them how irritated I was. My dad laughed and said, “I thought you loved Philly!”