On February 12, our time in the UAE behind us, we settled in for a week in Dublin. The culture shock was immediate, and welcome. No more happy hour at sterile hotel bars; we found drinking draft Guinness and listening to a live fiddler at the neighborhood pub much more to our liking. No more searching for the clandestine enclosed alcove in a grocery store labelled “Non-Muslims Only” to peruse pork products like we’re buying skunk weed out of a trench-coat in a Juarez alley. No more waiting for an empty elevator car just because we had Lily with us. We did the usual things that people do in Dublin…