This will be a shorter blog - because it is Saturday and I don't have a lot of pictures to share - just a story.
One of the most enjoyable and fascinating things about travel is without question - the people you meet on your trip. We were traveling from Dublin by train to Skerries - then to Malahide where there is a most magnificent castle.........
It is well worth the visit - BUT that isn't the point of this blog.
We met a fine gentleman on the train - older but wanting to be conversant. He sat across from us on the aisle and we started to chat. Asking where we were from - we told him Colorado and he was pleased that we had journeyed so far to see his country. The he scooted over to the very edge and began his story.
He asked where we were headed and we told him we weren't sure. You see when we travel we often leave the middle days open so that if we run into someone or a place to see we are open to just going. I call it "vagatouring". We have a plan but it is very flexible...and yes we have been caught without a a place to stay or getting completely lost...but those make the best memories.
Anyway - he saddled over and asked us if we had ever heard of the "potato blight and the Irish famine in the 1800's". Of course we have we said...it sounded horrible and the cause for many Irish to emigrate to America. As he leaned closer he asked if we wanted to know what really happened........he piqued our curiosity - so we said yes.
He explained that the famine wasn't caused by a potato blight. It was caused by the British who were trying to rid Ireland of the Catholics. It was genocide. There was plenty of food available but it was held by the British to starve the people into submission. He went on to say that the only reason we don't know the real story is because history has purposefully omitted the true story. The people at that time were so desperate they ended up trying to stave off mass starvation by eating grass to the point their teeth became green. Eventually - it didn't work and the food was released to the people. By then many had died and/or left the country. But Ireland remained predominantly Catholic.
He sat back and said he learned this from his parents and grandparents and that we would never find this in the history books because they are written by the winners. We parted at the next station with heartfelt goodbyes.
I love to travel. I love to meet people and hear their stories. Whether true of not - I don't know but they are true to them and they mean so much to them that when they want to share them to just listen to their views and thoughts without judgement........it is priceless.
Travel safe - Travel well !!
BK Travel Tips
To enjoy travel and see the world and often yourself as if for the first time and with with the eyes of a young child.