How an American Grandmother Discovered Guinness For The First Time!

It’s no secret that Americans have a deep fascination with Ireland. With many people claiming Irish descent they swarm Ireland every summer making the bulk of Ireland’s tourism industry. Many Irish students go to enjoy sunny American beaches on their J1’s as Americans come over to see our monuments and partake in our culture. One woman who loves Ireland even has a daughter and son-in-law whose house she gets to stay in! Yippeeeee! That very woman is my own grandmother whom I spent one special week with, one we won’t both soon forget. How could you? Nobody can. It was the week of the Fleadh Cheoil 2016.

Our first day together was spent eating delicious chocolate candies she brought in her purse as she slept off that cruel jet-lag. It was hard to voice any complaints as I tried my best not to swallow whole any Twinkies or Hostess chocolate cupcakes, though I’ll admit I breathed through a couple of them. I figured the best way to make the most of the following day was to have an Ennis walking tour – to tick off any typical tourist checklist, see any monuments dedicated to the Potato Famine in Ireland and absorb all the unique medieval aspects of this breathtaking town. This was exactly what she wanted but, of course, there was a behemoth on it’s way ready to shake and rumble any of her preconceived notions of Irish culture and I was more than happy to jump in with her head first.