Self ping to hear the rest of Dave’s story...should he care to share it (which I hope he does too)
Not a lot to it. We went into the “Fishermens’ Pub” and it was literally for the village’s fishermen. Everyone was talking Irish (Gaelic) and the bartender was in no hurry to wait on us.
A couple of younger fellows did befriend us and we chatted while we had one drink. I went to the men’s room and had a hard time getting down the corridor to it because I didn’t know how to say “excuse me, pardon me, get the #$@ out of my way” in Irish.
We finished our drink and got out to more friendly places in town. There was a definite “you don’t belong here” vibe.