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Im cheating and linking to David Barber's page of pictures for this since we went together and he has all of his pictures up from Ireland.
I spent a semester (three months) in London, England taking classes and doing an internship at Reader's Digest in the editorial research department. The experience was great but also difficult. I arrived September 10th, 2001 and afterward worried about terrorism, and how I might be identified as an American. I didn't have too many problems (only one guy in a pub asked if I was Canadian--I should have said yes! Being American wasn't popular, which isn't particularly new).
I found a weekend to take a red-eye train to Wales, sat with an Algerian family and an Irishman with a thick accent (was nice to talk to) and hopped a boat to Ireland, meeting Barber with a rental car. We drove south along the coast and then back up to Dublin for my return boat on Sunday. Ireland was a lucious green and warmer than England--I wore short most of the weekend and it was October!
Living internationally was addictive, I miss having everything feel new, with unfamiliar accents all around me. Comparitively, coming back to America, everything sounded plain, looked too big, had less history.
