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| Street in Limerick |
One of the after-effects of visiting Ireland a year ago has been walking wherever and whenever I can. I started by walking every morning, come hell or high water, to the 8:00 AM Mass four and a half short blocks away from my home. In the process, I found myself comparing everything in our suburb in New Jersey to the beautiful island of Erin.
I'm not Irish, but a good friend offered me a short yet thorough lesson on the history of the isle and the different peoples that settled there throughout the centuries, pointing out that many of us may have Irish roots.
My friend's comment made my day--I've always loved everything Irish, especially the lovely people that live there; even the endearing toothless fellow we met at a bar in Cork--by ten in the morning he'd already had several Guinness's.
Oh, to be in Ireland right about now!
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