Befriended in Ireland

They say you can never go back.

November 29, 2017 19:17
SHEEP FIND ample grazing near the steep Cliffs of Moher at the southwestern edge of the Burren regio

SHEEP FIND ample grazing near the steep Cliffs of Moher at the southwestern edge of the Burren region in County Clare. (photo credit: MEGAN JOHNSTON)


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They say you can never go back. Whoever the “they” in question happen to be, clearly they have never tried returning to Ireland. After making my maiden voyage over to the Emerald Isle last year, just 14 months or so later I found myself back in one of the most enchanted of places I have ever seen.

Last year’s trip was a dream come true. Finally, at the age of 60, after living just over the other end of the Irish Sea for the first 22 years of my life, I landed at Dublin Airport and set off to live the long awaited dream. During the course of our nineday trip, my wife and I traveled the length and breadth of Eire, taking in the sights, smells, sounds, flavors – naturally including pints of “the black stuff” – and the pure joy of being where all those Irish people I’d met over the years come from.


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