An Irish Castle to Call Your Own
I knew I’d never fall in love again until I was in Ireland and my heart almost always beats for the people I love.
The small towns of Ireland were the first I visited, as a teenage tourist. They are beautiful and the people I met, their homes and traditions are the best I’ve ever had the pleasure of sharing with people.
I grew up in New York City and my family was very well traveled, so my parents introduced me to the world.
I was a happy child who loved anything and everything to do with travel and new places. So my parents spent years teaching me to love that lifestyle, but more important to know how to be a good traveler.
A few years ago we went to Ireland for a family getaway. My friend and I were taking a long road trip across the U.S. and had done our best to plan ahead.
As we stopped in New York I was instantly drawn to the American Dream:
“My mom sent me on this trip because we need a road trip.”
My dad said the same thing. “We need to take a road trip through New York, but with cars instead of buses.”
But, unlike our travel guides, we could not simply have an out of the box adventure and say we were experiencing everything.
Because the road trip was a new experience, I was open to everything, so my dad gave us permission to make any changes we wanted to make and we did. The idea of visiting Ireland was not a traditional one, but we didn’t see it as off the beaten track either.
I immediately fell in love with the people and the culture; the Irish people are humble and down to earth; they love to laugh; and love to be with family and friends.
For the last 10 years, I have been exploring Ireland and my heart still beats for the people and culture. Ireland is like a home to me and I am grateful to have been able to experience it with my parents and children, over the course of my travels, because it was the best possible way.
The Irish like to be with family on their vacations and that is one reason why Ireland gets mentioned in the “Greatest Places To Visit�