The Writing Irish
“Well, I’m Irish anyway, that’s something.” — Iris Murdoch
Just like the U2 song, it was a place where the streets have no name. On a dusty countryside road in Northern Spain, as I walked the Camino de Santiago, an elderly woman’s eyes lit up like flashbulbs at the mere mention of Ireland.
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