I embarked on a vacation with just my father for the first time in my life last night. We met in New York and flew to Ireland for 5 days of golf, sight seeing and hopefully some deep conversation. When I woke up on the plane, I saw the sun rising over the Irish coast thru the pane window and it was the moment I had been looking for to signify that we were on vacation. Now that we have figured out how to navigate the left lane in a stick shift car and gotten a little nap in, I am scared. For some reason it’s easier for me to plan a vacation and get excited to interact with 2,500 strangers than my dad. We are close and good friends but I have anxiety about being alone with him.
Can someone help me by sharing some experiences that might help me ease into this week and make this the most amazing vacation for both of us? We both know our lives probably wont allow us this opportunity again for a long, long time.
-Andy














