Ireland graciously enters your life, leaving you
soaking in the poetry of your soul and gently
begins an affair with you. It doesn’t ask permission ~ just creeps in with its
rhythm; a cadence that sets your spirits soaring.
There is a secret
that lives within the soil and throughout the mountains and something magical
that comes from the water that surrounds it. It is more than the stories
of fairies and leprechauns; although that is a very big part of it. The
charm comes too, from the smell of the rain and the song in the pub and the
sound of church bells 15 minutes before mass.
In response to the
question I’ve gotten so many times.
“What is it about
Ireland that you love so much, what is it that makes you want to go back to the
same place over and over again?"
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