June 26, 2015 - Frankfurt, Germany

On the way over here it seems fitting that the first land I saw after crossing the North Atlantic was the jagged tip of southern Ireland.

I say fitting because Ireland is where half of my ancestors come from and I've also heard that on El Camino there is an unmistakeable Irish presence. Erin Go Bragh!

By the way, I don't recall ever seeing a place where the clouds only hover over the land. This seems strange. I grew up on a different island far from here and the clouds there don't discriminate this way. You'll see them hover over land and sea there. But more on that in time.

Here we see the quilted patchwork that is  the area near Cork. The different plots of land and farms are visible here, each with a different shape and idea of what it should look like from above. If you ask me I would say that neighbors couldn't agree on what to do with the land or which crops to grow on it; whether to plant it or graze it. I wonder what is the real story...