IRELAND

I'm one quarter Irish ancestry.  Throw in a lifetime of inside jobs, and the Canadian cold climate, bottom line I could almost pass for a white.  Not to a real white of course, but most other minorities just automatically take me for white.  Me, don't care one way or another, I am what I am, like me or not
After much reading, curiosity overcomes me and I head for a trip to Ireland.  Walk up the wild west coast, 15 miles a day, stay in bed and breakfasts.
Nervous at first, I soon relax, seeing how friendly everyone is.
All that fresh air off the ocean is intoxicating and the people a welcome break from the cold attitude most Canadians use on each other.
Last night before my return, I end up telling the B&B hostess all this.
She grins, "happy they were to see you, not having to worry whether you was Prod or Catholic."