My 1st 24 hours in Ireland.

Hi friends and family,

Well, I survived the plane ride. My boss' wife, Wilma, picked me up from the airport. She was sitting a couple of gates down talking to someone she knew, so I couldn't find her for a few minutes, but it all worked out. I was the last one to leave customs because this old man was asking me if I was working for a cult...haha...I wanted so badly to mess with him, but I figured I should wait until I'm actually in the country to start any jokes. He let me go by saying sarcastically, "I hope you win lots of converts." Then, he helped me carry my bags! He was really funny.

Wilma took me to the office I'll be working at as soon as I got off the plane. I looked awful and was exhausted. Those people probably thought there was something wrong with me! They all seemed very nice, but it was awkward with the forced introductions.

The lady I'm staying with, Maureen, is really nice. Nothing like I expected, but that's usually how it is. My room used to be her grandson's room and has Winnie the Pooh all over it. Kinda funny. Maureen's daughter is living here as well. She is 24, very pretty and as the Irish say, "We get on quite nicely."

Well, you have to pay by the minute for Internet over here so I better get off. Miss and love you all SO much.
-B