Once a year, Walt and I go to County Cork in Ireland. This tradition started when our dear friends, Tom and Don, loaned us the use of their home for our honeymoon. So taken by the place–the house, the surroundings, the people, the village–we ingratiate ourselves in a most unbecoming fashion so we can go back every year.
Derrylea– this is the name of the house because in Ireland every home is named–has become the bar by which we measure every vacation experience. It represents peace and quiet, the coziest place to read, and the start and end point from which we set off for our rave runs.
People often ask me if I really enjoy running, especially long distances. The truth is, when I think of my happiest moments, my peak experiences, I think about running along the coast road that sweeps past Derrylea.
Below is just a snippet of what we see.
I believe that every person should have a happy place. Somewhere they can go to rejuvinate, to unwind, to find some peace.
Where is this place for you?
