I have been to Ireland several times which have all been wonderful. This trip was unique because our daughter, Sara, not only organized our routes, she was able to share the history of the various towns we visited.
She drove remarkably well on the roads, often so narrow that she would have to pull way over to allow another car to pass. We were close but avoided the dreaded ditch many times!
Nien-he was most helpful and Mika and Emi gave us the pleasure of their youth. Being next to Joan all the way has always been such a pleasure and I appreciated every moment we were seated together.
Ireland was beautifully green. So many pastures with cows, sheep, or horses that I could well imagine another life with animals, apart from dogs. As smart as MaggieMae is, we experienced a smarter dog who on the order of his master got many sheep over a very large field to go a certain way so that they could be fenced in to enable their owners an opportunity to explain the process of shearing sheep so that we could wear warm sweaters.
Sara was able to identify so many restaurants with most tasty food. I always loved hearing music while enjoying the food. Occasionally the music was live with a person playing a guitar and the other a banjo.
From the sheep herding demonstration to the girls surfing in the Atlantic Ocean to an ecology foraging tour on a river inlet to a walking tour on the Cliffs of Moher, it was all perfect!
Ireland has always been historically a mixed bag for me. My mother never talked to me about Ireland even though she often took me to her relatives in my home town. She never had me sit at the table with those relatives. When she died when I was 13, I never celebrated St. Patrick’s Day until after one of our visits to a movie in Dedham, “Out of Ireland”, that answered my problem. If you were not the first born male or married the first born male, you had to leave. But the word used was not “immigration” but “exile”. The only way to not cry about leaving Ireland was to never talk about Ireland. It surely answered the problem I had, but it surely only saddened me more that I was never as “Irish” as I could have been.
With gratitude to Joan, Sara, Nien-he, Mika and Emi, I appreciated every moment.