The travel book is open. The process of researching and planning has begun. A new trip. This one involves personal history. As decisions are made, where to go, how to travel, what to do, I am constantly reminded, this is where my ancestors lived. For me, traveling involves inquiry. What do I want to experience, learn, explore? This country, with stories that are broken, lost, and at times destroyed, is one I am connected to and disconnected from. As I attempt to learn a few Irish words, I want to know how my ancestors expressed delight, surprise, grief. I want to know what they observed in the early morning light. I want to know the songs they listened to, again and again, bringing a smile or a bounce in their step. I want to know how they consoled each other during times of hardship and loss. As I plan, I accept I will simply be a tourist. Just passing through for a short time. Both connected and disconnected, yet always curious.
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