Home Sweet Home

With our dear cousins Mary and Tony Furey on the coast walk in Muff, Donegal, Republic of Ireland (Eire). It seems as though every view on island is stunningly beautiful.

What a change! From warm and sunny Rome to cool and damp (one might say, CHILLY) Northern Ireland. But we have been enveloped in the warmth and hospitality of Mary, Ed’s second cousin on his mother’s side, and Mary’s husband Tony.

Ed and I first met Mary and Tony in 1989 when Ed’s brother, Bill, the Muldoon genealogist, guided a family group to the Furey’s lovely home in Derry, Northern Ireland. The group included Ed’s parents and constitutes one of a myriad of fond memories of Bill.

The Furey’s back garden in Derry.
Some of the many flowers blooming in Ireland at the end of October.

The title of this post,  “Home Sweet Home, ” refers not only to our return from Europe to US, but also to our time in Ed’s ancestral home, Ireland, and the home, wherever it is geographically, where we are loved by family or friends and appreciated and we are grateful. We found HOME in many places and faces on this lengthy and complicated trip.

May God continue to grant us the Providence of mercy to find and build that home for our sisters and brothers near and far.

POSTSCRIPT As of October 23 we are in DC but 6 weeks of traveling caught up with us so we both have heavy colds that make it difficult to talk without succumbing to coughing fits. We apologize for any delay in communicating with you. We are headed to Minnesota to visit Ed’s brother Bill’s resting place next to Lake Sagawatan at St John’s Abbey and then to Naples, Florida for the winter by October 30.

We close the posts for our 2025 Camino by sharing some final images.

Early on the Camino, Ed misplaced his hat and needed to improvise with a bandana until a replacement hat was acquired in Logrono. The look is good!
After driving past us on the Camino, this gentleman was parked in the next tiny hamlet where he and his family have lived for generations. We found him polishing the hood and when we admired his car, he told us that his grandparents bought the car, a SEAT, new in 1967 and passed it on to him.
Every town seemed to be celebrating a September festa the night we stopped to sleep. (The brass band would usually stop around 11 pm.) In Logroño, I was unwittingly “whipped” by this mischievous character as I walked by.
Ed was much taken by the new hay baling equpment we saw pile the bales into multistory, flat-sided constructions. These have replaced the conical bales we saw on our 2015 Camino.
The rhythm of walking the Camino.
“He shall put a bow into the sky…”
Thanks for accompanying us on the Camino.

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