Walking the docks of Dublin really made it that much more real. I am finally here. In Ireland. It might seem silly to some, but I don’t care. When I am here, looking at the water and the ships, I feel in touch with my history. Where I came from. I smile to myself at how corny my thoughts sounded. Suddenly, a thick irish voice questioned “Whatrya smilin’ bout?” Of course I begin to blush as I faced the man, the spitting image of my ideal Irish man. Thick brown hair with a strong chin and a touch of stubble. Not to mention his beautiful blue eyes. I then realized I must looked like an idiot, just staring at him. “Oh…um…just ” He pulled out a smile and told myself to take it easy. “Taking it all in. I’m here for the week I don’t…live here.” He chuckled a bit “Well I sorta gathered that.” I realized how stupid then I must have sounded so I began to try to save myself but he did it for me, offering a hand to me. “I’m John” I managed to reply “Kaitlyn”. He grinned “Kaitlyn? That is quite the irish name.”...