Views from a Rooftop Bar

“Great view.” I kept looking at the Acropolis. Then I realized I was being spoken to. I turned around to see a man in his 70’s. I muttered something in agreement. Hearing my accent he started a “Your Country” routine about British politics. “Wrong country,” I interrupted. Once he determined my actual citizenship he started…… Continue reading Views from a Rooftop Bar

My Long Journey to Ireland

I disliked history classes at my high school in Newcastle upon Tyne, England. The focus on studying for examinations did not fit my learning style. The teaching style often reflected the teacher’s lack of interest in teaching. To be fair, I did not then have the life experiences to sufficiently understand the nuances of how…… Continue reading My Long Journey to Ireland

Illicit Photo in a Bank

A Wells Fargo guard ordered me to put my camera away. So, after buying euros I took this illicit photo with my phone.