In an effort to add some regularity here, I’d like to start a weekly post called “A Little Travel Memory.” A photo and mini story from current or past travels…perhaps a neat person I’ve met along the way, or a photo that has a bit of a story but not enough for a full blog post…or perhaps just a random memory.
Ireland is one of those countries that I can’t help describing melodramatically; the country just speaks to my soul. On the Diamond Hill hike in Connemara, Ireland I spotted this sheep among the fully blooming purple heather, which brings to mind the lovely song “Will Ye Go, Lassie, Go” that I used to sing back in high school when I worked at a Renaissance Festival for a couple years … it’s such a calm and pretty song and a beautiful one to have stuck in my head during solitary hikes in Ireland.
Sheep are not a novelty to most people, especially the Irish, but I couldn’t help snapping this shot because I grew up in suburbia, far from any farm life and pastures, and it calms me to take in these landscapes so different from the ones I logged in my early years of life.
You’ll notice the sun is shining in this shot. In a rare moment of total cooperation the universe gave me two weeks of perfect weather, which is an anomaly for Ireland. Bright sunshine followed the previous week’s heavy rains so the entire countryside blossomed into a riot of purples, yellows, and greens. The Irish had crispy red cheeks from sunburns by the second week of sunshine because it was so out of character for enduring blue skies.
My dad has always wanted to live in Ireland but he grew up in Panama during his childhood and Florida as an adult–he says he can’t deal with the overcast weather. I can’t fathom what he means because the weather on the entire trip thus solidified that I now have an entirely false sense of perspective concerning Ireland’s notoriously rainy and stormy climate and for some unknown reason I left with a bizarre love of sheep?! ;-)