Ireland: A Field Trip to Inismor
A Galway man asks if I have been to Ireland before. I tell him fifty years ago, with my mother, after my father passed away. He gives me a big hug to welcome me home when he hears my last name. He asks where I am next heading. I tell him I am traveling to the island of Inismor and he says to me, “It’s so quiet there, you can see yourself.”
I cinch my pack tight and head out onto the ferry. The waves are choppy—still calming themselves from the storm the night before. I spend a week on the island, walking and writing, writing and walking.
Here are some views along the way.
My time here is magical, full of new friends, and memories. With a full heart, tomorrow I depart for Dublin to begin the journey home. Thanks for joining me along the way.
Many blessings and much love to you.