I didn’t understand almost anything that the man with the microphone was saying, but I loved it. He was a storyteller from the Portmagee area, and he spun an intricate yarn on a Sunday afternoon in the Bridge Bar, as my family and I ate fish and chips and soaked it in as best we could. His Western accent was thick and quick, and it sounded like a great music that I was discovering for the first time….different.
Ancient ring forts sitting beside modern farms….different.
Seaside open-air chapels surrounded by singing island birds…different.
The yearning to see and experience something different is what makes us want to travel. And then, after traveling awhile, we miss the familiar and go home joyfully. A few weeks or months later, the process begins anew. The yearning for different, the experiencing, the returning. Enjoy every moment of your travels and your coming homes.
“This is the day that the Lord has made; I will rejoice and be glad in it.” – Psalm 118:24