Last evening, May 17, 2016, we boarded a plane for London en route to Dublin, Ireland where this part of our Camino journey will start. Why Ireland, you say? Actually, the Camino de Santiago begins wherever you begin, whether it be from your front door or possibly just a thought. Three years ago it was a calling. Two years ago it was a desire for another hike along the way, the northern route of the Basque country. For many it happens as a yearning for a deeper pilgrimage, and I think for me, this time, that is exactly what it is. Looking for God and meaning along the ancient paths.
For us, Rick and I, we came to Ireland because…well…his heritage is Irish and he wanted to touch base with his roots again. Actually, we will pick up our Pilgrim’s passport at Saint James church today and acquire our first pilgrim’s stamp. We’ll spend a week touring through this beautiful country and look up a few familial graves before we hit the skies again. For now though, let’s just get you acquainted with a wee bit of the journey thus far.
Welcome to the Dublin airport! It’s a darn good thing they speak English and not the old language. Shoot, I can’t even read it!
I always find fashion a bit quirky…especially what one spots in airports. However, I am a shoe girl and love all sorts with only a couple exceptions.
Then there are things one notices when out walking; chimneys, building names and crosses.
For now, this is the end of this post. Stay tuned for more exciting sights and sounds of Dublin, Ireland coming up when I have more pictures and the world is more awake than 4 a.m. Irish time.