After a year of living in Ireland, I became lonely for Canada and North America in general. It shames me to admit it, but I sometimes found solace in a McDonalds!

I hung with Canadians as often as I could. I fraternised with many Americans as well. You guys were like surrogate Canadians for me. No offence!

Most of the time Irish people thought I was American anyway. I lost my Canadian flag lapel pin on my second day there, and be darned if could find another! They were all taken! I got tired of it after awhile and decided to ask a visiting Scotsman where in England he was from!