On our most recent adventure, we heeded the call of the Galvins' (as well as the Ryans') ancestral homeland across the Celtic Sea to the to seek out our closest known relative in the tiny town of Kenmare. We had no trouble immersing ourselves in the land of our ancestors, although actually tracking down a Galvin became akin to trying to spy a leprechaun: everyone claimed to have seen one and there was evidence of their presence but none could be produced upon request.
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| One of our kinsman's buses just passing by... |
Despite our inability to pin down a local relation, we quickly felt a connection to pint-sized Kenmare. Although the town itself only has a half-dozen streets and just a few shops, it seems to have as many pubs as residents, banishing any doubt as to whether we had landed in the right place.
We have no doubt that we will return one day, hopefully with additional familial reinforcements to track down our wily kin.
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| Searching high & low |
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| ...leaving no stone uncovered |
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