Our 24 Day Itinerary

Day 1 Dublin to Marlay Park 7 miles
Day 2 Knockree 12.5 miles
Day 3 Baltynanima 11 miles
Day 4 Glendalough 8.5 miles
Day 5 Moyne 13 miles
Day 6 Tinahely 9.5 miles
Day 7 Kilquiggan 8 miles
Day 8 Clonegal 13 miles
Day 9 Tonduff 11.5 miles
Day 10 Graiguenamanagh 12 miles
Day 11 Inistioge 10 miles
Day 12 Lukeswell 16.6 miles
Day 13 Piltown 11.5 miles
Day 14 Kilsheelan 12.5 miles
Day 15 Clonmel 11 miles
Day 16 Newcastle 13 miles
Day 17 Clogheen 13.5 miles
Day 18 Araglin 12.5 miles
Day 19 Kilworth 12.5 miles
Day 20 Ballyhooly 13 miles
Day 21 Killavullen 7.5 miles
Day 22 Ballynamona 9.5 miles
Day 23 Bweeng 11 miles
Day 24 Millstreet Country Park 19 miles
Day 25 Millstreet 6 miles
Day 26 Strone 14 miles
Day 27 Muckross 12.5 miles
Day 28 Black Valley 12.5 miles
Day 29 Glencar 14 miles
Day 30 Glenbeigh 8 miles
Day 31 Cahersiveen 13.75 miles
Day 32 Portmagee 15.5 miles

Sunday, February 16, 2014

Makes Perfect Sense

In preparation for our Irish adventure, I'm tearing up blacktop and researching the Lavelle's of County Mayo.  I'm fascinated by what I'm finding.  Fascinated but not surprised.

For example, the Irish Meaning of the name Lavelle or O'Maolfhábhail (how does that read as Lavelle?) means fond of movement or travel.  Well, isn't that fitting?  I'm certainly fond of travel, as is my traveling companion, in spite of the fact that her surname doesn't match my own.  It matters not because her spirit certainly does.  No one could ask for a better walking partner than my girl.

Then there is the fact that no Lavelle has ever reached the status of saint.

I'll give you a moment to adsorb that.  I know it's hard to believe.

In truth, the only Lavelle relatives I know are nothing like me.  They are serious, straight-laced and wouldn't say "shit" if they had a mouthful of it.  Since we're being honest, I really don't enjoy their company.  It's mutual though, so I don't feel badly about telling the world.  They've essentially done the same on occasion.  It's cool.  

In spite of the fact that the Lavelle's I know are endlessly boring, I'm totally convinced that there are Lavelle's of kindred spirit just waiting for me to stumble upon them in County Mayo.  I've found Irish storytellers, barkeeps and campground hosts all named Lavelle.  I think we can all agree that Irish pub owners are probably not boring people.  

It occurs to me that I've spent most of my life insisting I "wasn't a Lavelle" because the only ones I know are so...ugh.  I've been claiming to be a Magin for 46 years.  But the more I research, the more excited I become about being a Lavelle.  Just beyond my current reach - I'm quite sure - are charismatic, lively, engaging people related to me who aren't named Magin, but are in fact, named Lavelle.  Shocking, I know.

There are pint-swillers who share my surname and affinity for beer, laughter and cursing.  We are separated by a large body of water....for now.  Pretty soon, I'll find those people and embrace them.  I hope they're ready because for the first time in my life, I'm happy about being a Lavelle.

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