. . . from Ireland
It’s kind of pathetic to go to Ireland and be thrilled about watching a television show, but I did get to watch “Who Do You Think You Are?” and it was great fun. The family story for Griffith Rhys Jones was partially true and partially not so much true. Isn’t that the way it goes?
Today I visited the National Library and looked in the room for “chasing ancestors,” as our hotel guy calls it. I went into the room and picked up a handout or two, but no Irish relatives popped out. Don’t think I have any.
Ireland is indeed a magical place–we’ve covered the more rural Kenamare and have spent the last few days in Dublin. I look forward to being home, but it’s been a grand trip. Brilliant, as they say here.
Actually when I visited Ireland I enjoyed watching the television programs. Their brand of humor is very different than ours. The only thing I had a hard time with was that it stayed so light out so late… felt strange going to bed with the sun shining.
Glad to hear you enjoyed your trip. I love it that they call us “visitors” and not “tourists.”
Janice