I am a good Irish lass

Yes, dear readers, I am safely in Belfast. No sooner had I fallen asleep on the airplane did it start to land (it's only about a 40 minute ride from Glasgow to Belfast).

I went to Dublin in 1998, and it immediately felt like I was at home. I was instantly able to envision myself living there. Today, it doesn't feel much different in Belfast (though to be honest, I'm sure I'd still feel exactly the same way about Dublin).

When my shuttle bus from the airport was starting in to the city, it stopped at a red light. I looked out the window and saw an advertisment for building space for lease, by a company with my last name. My last name is Irish, as my bloodlines are mostly Scottish/Irish. It was really unusual to see, and also really cool. Seeing my last name (with the same spelling (mine is the most uncommon of the spellings), as there are variations of my last name which are spelled slightly differently) is as unusual for me as meeting someone with my name.

I am a good Irish lass and I'm very happy to be in Ireland -- well, Northern Ireland.

Now, time for a little walk and a stop in the pub for a pint of Pure, Unadulterated, [relatively] local Guinness. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. Yummmmmmmm. Yipppeeeee!