It takes more than five hours to drive the distance. Sean sends me two messages which I answer, stalling, promising I’ll call him back shortly. Five hours and I finally reach my destination. Driving in Ireland is great, and at the same time horrific, if you’re not used to it. And I am all alone, nobody guiding me or telling me the car is in the wrong lane! Luckily there are no accidents, but when I get out of the car, I’m so stiff, I move like a robot.
Sean’s parents’ house is really nice, small and white, the walls a bit rough, with a little garden in front of it. It’s near the ocean, and I must admit, it all looks very picturesque. I stand there looking around for a while, going over in my mind various ways of introducing myself, but then I realize I’m acting like a stalker. I can’t jus
