I once loved Lucky Charms cereal. Back in the day, my mom would only purchase whole grain, non-sugary cereals for our morning bowls, so I would pounce at the chance to grab that box packed with clover and rainbow marshmallows at friend’s houses. That leprechaun really hypnotized me with his marketing spiel. They really were magically delicious.

I realized not too long ago that the little leprechaun was the extent of my exposure to Irish culture; that is until I met some real Irishmen (and women) in the traveling community. Thank goodness, because I now find the consistency of the mallows to be rather putrid, and you’d hate to be turned off a country based on a non-authentic food association.

Lindsay Clark, Stuck in Ireland

Some white-water kayakers chasing the rapids of the Nile in Uganda.

A round-the-world traveler taking a break from overlanding on the beaches of Zanzibar.

A woman enjoying some time off while jetting across India.

If I were to list all the amazing Irish people I’ve met in various circumstances, my brain would spin and hurl from overuse. The Irish get out there. They are not only lovers of fun, but make for great friends on the road. As a whole, they’re immediately welcoming and seem to understand the comforts and personalities of others quite easily. And when you spend a lot of time away from home, loneliness is often a part of your daily emotional load…that is, unless there are some Irish around.

It wouldn’t matter to me what time of year I visit Ireland or what activities I take part in – I would travel to Ireland just to be around the humor and mindset of the people who live there. Sitting in an empty pub, having a pint at the bar and chatting with the bartender sounds fantastic to me. Falling into a conversation with the man next to me on the bus would probably leave me smiling. And we’re darn lucky to be right across the pond from these guys, making it easier to pop on over for a quick break from work to be around a new culture that’s impossible not to love.