1 degree of separation

For a long time now I have thought that everyone and anyone in Ottawa is simply 1 degree of separation away from anyone else. Apparently that applies to other places and people too.

We had our neighbours over for dinner last night. Lorraine also happens to be Mike's collegue from work and best of all she is straight from Ireland. C for some reason thinks that she is a vampire but I think she is lovely with that wonderful accent.

Anyways I always start asking questions about all things Irish and showed her this pic (here) of the place I'd like to move to if I had all the money in the world (apparently it is in county Kerry). And we started talking about U2 and Sinead and apparently Lorraine says that Dublin used to be so small that you would go out to someone's place and find out it was owned by some rock star or another. When Bono had his affair with that singer from the Corr's (said with utter distaste I might add). Everyone there was mad at him like he was their naughty son. and Sinead was the black sheep daughter. How funny - a country so small that everyone feels familial with everyone else. Oddly enough Lorraine was telling Mike how she loved her visit to Kingston, Ont. and really loved this little pub called something goat - and I stared at her and unzipped my fleece to show her the T shirt from that very pub. How is that for coincidence.

I mentioned to her how I really loved my time in Galway and she said how when she landed in Halifax she took a look at the harbour and said - yes this looks very much like Galway. No wonder I like this place. I had forgotten about my mouse pad of the photo of multi- coloured houses overlooking the harbour I took so many years ago.

perhaps this "new scotland" is actually just 1 degree of separation from Ireland.