In my experience, there are three reasons why Americans travel to Ireland:
- Their heritage is Irish. (ethnic pilgrimage)
- They’re in love with Irish
culturemusic or whiskey, or both. (cultural pilgrimage)
- It’s so greeeeeen! (photographic pilgrimage)
There are probably a few other reasons, and some hybrids. But here’s the reason the Mate and I are going:
That’s it. (And no, they’re not Irish, nor do they live there.)
The Mate and I made a list a few years ago of trips we hoped to take one day. Then we put those places into three categories: a) need to go as soon as possible; b) can go any time in the next 10-15 years; c) can wait until one or both of us is no longer mobile.
Many countries and special places made the list (like New Zealand and Grand Canyon). Ireland did not. So why are we going?
Well, turns out one of the “places” on the “as soon as possible” list was, “somewhere we can go with Gretchen’s parents while they’re still as active as they are.” They are GREAT travel companions. But since they’re also great travelers, finding a spot to visit together was actually a bit tricky. Slovenia? They’d just been. Ditto Croatia, and various parts of Italy.
Then, last year, my folks did a walking tour of the coast of Cornwall–you know, the kind where they carry your luggage for you from wee hotel to hotel, or inn, or B & B. Very local, very low-key. They LOVED it. So I tried to find another bit of the U.K. to walk, and quickly found that the chunk of Cornish trail they’d walked was the flattest available, and it had challenged them.
(Did I mention that my folks are 82 and 87?)
So I started looking around…and this bit of southwestern Ireland seemed to be rated gentler than its counterparts in the U.K. The tour company could be totally blowing smoke. We might ALL be challenged. And, if I know anything about Ireland in September, quite wet.
But we’ll be happy. And feeling blessed. And I’m pretty sure I’ll learn some Irish sayings about that.
So please don’t bother sending me lists of ancient sites we must see or pubs we must visit or bands we must hear. We’re going to Ireland to do something we can’t do in the U.S.: walk together for days, from quaint hotel to quaint hotel, meeting mostly sheep along the way.
I also fully expect–hope!–to be slammed by love for a culture I know mostly through music.
And speaking of music…I’ll leave you with this heart-rending version of Mo Ghile Mear by the silvery-voiced Mary Black.
So thanks, Ireland, for the grand excuse. And readers–I’ll check back in on our return. For the next two weeks, I’ll be walking and talking and looking at sheep. And hoisting a Guinness or two, with my very cool parents.