Travel is a strange thing.
I am writing this while on a bus from Barcelona city in Catalonia to a small municipality called Sant Feliu de Guixóls, on the Mediterranean.
I, like many other Irish of my age, have traveled plenty in my time. I spent a month and a half travelling all around Europe by the Interrail train lines with friends one summer many years past. I even traveled with my school to Northern Italy and France during my time in secondary school. I think the desire to travel is part of every Irish person’s blood and soul, it is part of our history and part of who we are as a nation. I had read somewhere that although there are only 4.6 million Irish people in Ireland, there are 100 million people of Irish descent around the world. How true this is, I do not know, but I think it’s a fitting statement that appeals to my sense of national pride nonetheless.