Back to the Emerald Isle….Again!
I don’t know if I have ever mentioned this, but unless my grandparents’ boats from Naples and Sicily cruised by Ireland on their way to America, I personally have no ancestral connection with the island. Nor do United or Aer Lingus Airlines offer me deep discounts on flights…ever. I write this because it would appear that I must have some tie to the country because I seem to visit—a lot. It is true that my husband is of Irish descent, but he does not strongly embrace his heritage and in fact, I usually have to remind him where his mother’s “people” are from. (FYI, Galway, Bob.) Also, my sister’s husband’s family has owned a house on the West Coast for decades and I have visited it many time with my sister—but still, that connection is not my own. The fact is, I just love everything about this country…except when it rains a lot. Because I have been lucky enough to visit Ireland so many times, I am convinced that I am going to be an Irish travel guide in my n...