Everyone in Northern Ireland was maximum friendly, barring one taxi driver who was merely "polite" They were all super excited to hear that I was from America and wanted to know the details on where in America I was from (no one had ever heard of Montana so I just started telling people I was from "The Cold Part".) We stayed with Huxley's grandma and during a power outage the neighbors came and checked to be sure we were all okay. They were just really nice over there.

The folks in England were slightly more reserved but also very pleasant overall. They didn't seem quite so interested in my nationality-- perhaps because Americans are a more common sight in England than in Northern Ireland-- but I still got the curious looks when I spoke up with my apparently super weird General American accent, the same curious looks I'd gotten in Norn Iron.

Oddly the most off-putting part of my whole experience in the UK was that there was always this anti-immigration stuff on the news all the time and I couldn't help but feel like a Filthy Foreigner, even though I'm sure they were mostly talking about Middle Easterners or Romanians or something