I worked quite a bit out of Cork, Ireland - a town and people I loved but it was an utter disaster. Their definition and mine of a work ethic did not even come close! If I pay 8 hours, I expect more than 1.75 hours of work! Sigh ....
Every evening I would go to this little pub. No one went there and it confused me. The food was better than usual for Cork, prices low and the staff exceptionally friendly! They threw me a party when I left for good and many tears were shared. Yeah real people ... but trapped by the bigotry within the Irish system ... sigh
The music? At a time when America was flooded with river dance everything (and no one in Ireland had heard of a river dance!) - The Gypsy Kings ruled the airways and the sound system of the little pub. This song was playing all of the time! Just to hear it is to smell lamb with garlic roasting, the taste of a stout on your tongue and the easy laughter of people not trying to impress anyone.
Real days ...
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