We went through the wringer with customs both in Holland and here. The Dutch wanted to know where I came from, where I was going and when, and when I was going home. She asked me how much money I had- both with me and in the bank! Italy wouldn't let me carry on a box with an antique Dutch lock because it was "sharp". My seed packets from Holland, and tulip bulbs were confiscated here. A Fed employee got brusque. We were in Charlotte and would end up in Augusta. One would assume that the bags would just transfer automatically, right? Nope. The bags were re-checked after being scanned. The box was opened. Passports were checked over and over, except in Italy. Seems we do a lot of answering to the gubmint, don't we? Bet the illegals have no hassles at all, do they?
Impressions of Dublin: the good- the Irish are funny and friendly. I haven't seen so many kids since the 70s. The parents do stuff with the kids. The kids are outside and hang out with each other and play soccer in whatever little urban area they can.
The bad: It's suicidal and homicidal for an American to drive in Dublin! Firstly, everything is backwards, and manual transmission is the norm. The roads are narrow, circles and stoplights everywhere, and the signage is different. I kissed the curbs I don't know how many times, and came dangerously close to cars on the passenger side. It's cold and wet here.
Other notes- the cops (Garda) don't carry guns, and they look like they're kids. It's cold and wet. Kids and adults ride bikes and walk all over. Not safe to do this in traffic, but they aren't a fat people sitting around the TV. Sadly, they are not a church-going people anymore.