Finally in Dublin and we get directions to Rathfarnum , a suburb. Of course we go right by our turn and end up at a roundabout. After a few trips around, look kids Parliament, we stop at the local pub to call Ben and Kathleen. Two pints of Guiness, a glass of wine, and six or seven busy signals the barman tells us the phone is broken. Then he asks us who we were calling and proceeds to say that he knows them well and gives us better directions. We only over shot them by a half a mile. Finding the house was easy after that and when the door opened it was like coming home. You must be Bill and Joyce a friendly face said–and you must be Ben and Kathleen. Friends at first sight.