Jim and I went to Ireland to water our Irish roots and honor our ancestors.
We decided to join an Elder Hostel tour group thinking it would be educational and fun. It was a mistake. It did not really work out well for us because instead of meeting many "local" folks we ended up trapped in a bus with one Irishman, a professor who loved the sound of his voice, and a group of Americans. If there was any fun I missed it.
But we saw interesting bits of Ireland.
In Kenmare one evening Jim and I walked out on our own and came upon this primeval "ring of stones" set on the edge of farm lands. It seemed a magic place and we had time to linger and take pictures and just sit quietly and imagine ------
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