In the summer of 2022, Kath asked if we should go to Ireland for Christmas. We would be in a small town recommended by our family friend Kath Duffy. The town had one pub, but it was at the end of our driveway, so that was a no brainer! Flash forward to December 19th 2022. After dropping the suitcases off at our rental house, we walked to the pub. A lovely meal washed down with a few Guinness combined with jet lag was enough to send Dad and CJ straight to bed. I asked Mom to stay for a nightcap because we obviously had to try the local whiskey. We made our way to the front bar and ordered 2 Silkie, noticing two full pints on the bar by two empty barstools. Before we even had a chance to pass remark the door opened and in walked two local fisherman just up from Teelin pier: Barry and Gary. Little did they know, Kath was about to give them the 3rd degree on all their local intel, starting with where to attend Mass on Christmas day. I shockingly didn't speak a word that night (Barry will tell you that's the first and last time I was quiet) until we left and I said "that Barry was kinda cute" to Mom. Now I know it rains a lot in Ireland, but that night the skies opened up and I can't help but feel it was everyone we miss telling me "you found him." The next night, we were listening to some live music in the middle bar of the pub, and who walks in but Barry (who cleaned up well I must say), so I plucked up the courage to sit myself beside him on a barstool, and the rest is history. They say when you know, you know, and we knew. We can't wait to share this magical place with the people that mean the most to us. A&B