The small world breakfast table
When I bought my one-way ticket to Limerick, the train cashier in Dublin was baffled that I would go live in “Stab City.”
It’s not the most exciting city in Ireland but I liked it quite much and it still has a bad rep. Warring families stabbing each other in neighborhoods and all.
The guy and girl at the end of the breakfast table in the hostel had a good time reminsicing … they are from Dublin.
Anton, on the left, is living in León, it turns out, an hour and a half away from El Sauce. Can’t believe I haven’t bumped into him in the street all the times I was in León (anyone recognize him?)
And Kelly, on the right, turns out is from Penfield, NY … like 15 miles from my house in Rochester.
I know this because she also is studying in the same city as the people you cant’ see, to my right.
Small-world table right here. Love it when that happens.