The first person I met in Ireland was a girl called Becc. She trained me for my first job, and made me feel just that little bit more comfortable in a foreign Country. She listened to me bawl my eyes out 1 week after I met her, and has continued to listen to all of my "nanny disaster" stories.
We have gone out on a good few drinking nights, and its always a pleasure to see her constant happy face, and to listen to her familiar Aussie accent.
She and her boyfriend, Jay, are moving to France to work in a Chalet, and I will miss them. Thanks becc for showing me a little bit of Dublin, and for being a good friend!