I was fortunate to have the opportunity to explore Ireland and Scotland after a work conference in Birmingham. A wonderful time all around. Ireland, especially, felt like it could be home.
Started out in Dublin.
Then took the train west to Galway, where I spent a little more than a week.
I was looking for some seafood chowder my first night in Galway, as one does, and walked into a pub known for some of the best in the city. There I met Una, who moved to Galway almost forty years ago, when she was in her 20s. After about 10 minutes of chatting, she asked to read my palm.
From her reading, she surmised that I am in the process of letting some family go (true), and that I tend to be impulsive, but calculated (true, I guess?). She also deduced that, because I have loved ones spread all over the world, my feeling of home has always been less about location and more about belonging. (Had she somehow read my blog before meeting me or something? Dang.)
Before I left, she hugged me and told me she wished for me to find a place where my soul can rest, as hers does in Galway.
Next, spent some time exploring County Clare and the Aran Islands. Numinous and resplendent at the same time.
I finished off the trip in Glasgow, with a bit of Edinburgh (no pictures because film camera roll was lost to a scanner), Stirling, and Loch Lomond and the surrounding area.
