Tag Archives: Erin Stevens

There was a time when, desperately homesick and severely jet-lagged, I sat with Allison and Brendan in a very old pub in Blackrock on our first night in Ireland thinking to myself, ‘This is going to be a long year.’ … Continue reading →

I live in a house with one other American, two Irish and one Slovakian PhD students, and one Irish undergraduate. The conversations about the differences between Irish and American culture are endless. There is no shortage of topics to discuss, … Continue reading →

The weather isn’t growing on me. I have a nice quality raincoat with a zip-out liner and a hood, and my umbrella is practically surgically attached to my body. I am always prepared for the weather—I knew there would be … Continue reading →

This should serve as a warning: The Irish, apparently, don’t say “Have a nice day.” For me, “Have a nice day,” is a force of habit—it is a conversation ender, a goodbye, a polite reminder that though I just selfishly … Continue reading →