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Diving Deep Into the Sea of Travel Memories

by Joyce McGreevy on March 31, 2021

A movie theater marquee comments during the pandemic, the epic wait when visions of normal life, travel memories, and other dreams kept hope alive. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Worldwide, many people replied to the epic wait with quick wit.
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Our Epic Wait Reveals What Matters Most

As our voyage back from quarantine nears the shore of normalcy, vaccination sparks anticipation. What are you waiting for? To see friends and loved ones? To return to school or the workplace? To make new travel memories or simply to regain your memories of “ordinary” life? Given our epic wait, we’ve all had time to ponder such questions.

How much time? By my calculations: 2020 to the nth degree, x number of months + the square root of insomnia, minus hours binge-watching gazillion seasons of “Law and Order,” carry the 1 = A LONG DANG TIME.

Doubtful Sound, New Zealand inspires an American’s travel memories throughout the epic wait of lockdown during the pandemic. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Would quarantine pass quickly, we wondered? Doubtful as Doubtful Sound, New Zealand.
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The year 2020 had barely taken its first steps when the pandemic knocked it down. Lockdown followed and the Worldwide Wait began. Early estimates predicted that a “return to normalcy” could take up to eight weeks.

“Eight weeks!” we cried in dismay. Surely, we couldn’t wait eight whole weeks! But we did—seven times. Roughly 56 weeks later, our waiting’s become a many-faceted thing, a collective composition with more nuances than the Goldberg Variations.

We’ve waited for re-openings: schools, nursing homes, businesses. We’ve waited for the return of live events: sports, theater, concerts. We’ve waited for toilet paper to be restocked and groceries to be delivered.

Paterson’s Inlet, Stewart Island, New Zealand revives travel memories during the epic wait for an end to quarantine and lockdown. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

But, but—my plan! I was supposed to be in Stewart Island, NZ.
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The Evolution of Waiting

In pre-pandemic days, waiting meant tapping our fingers while a barista made our coffee and then apologized for the 45-second “delay.” We were amateurs then and maybe other words that begin with A.

Then came the real waits. Anxious waits, for medical supplies and economic relief. Agonizing waits, for news of loved ones. Anguished waits, when even funerals had to be postponed.

But because the human spirit has had so much practice at being resilient throughout world history, we took this stuff called waiting and fashioned it into a billion-trillion remarkable things.

 A glowing sky in Stewart Island, New Zealand inspires travel memories and dreams of a return journey during the epic wait from “quarantine to vaccine”. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

If I couldn’t be in the “Land of Glowing Skies,”  I could  help lighten the mood where I was.
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We sewed masks, made donations, sang from balconies, hosted drive-by birthday parades, adopted pets until the shelters were empty. We became compulsively creative: Posting song parodies with the spouse and kids. Building tiny picnic tables for backyard chipmunks. Opening up long-neglected cookbooks, jigsaw puzzles, and unfinished manuscripts.

Unable to go out, we went online. Virtual space became the place for kitchen concerts and get-out-the-vote campaigns; quarantine proms and graduations; family board games and friendly book clubs across time zones. Our universe had contracted, but our neighborhoods kept expanding.

Even as we waited, we depended on those who could not wait, who kept showing up to save or sustain lives. We also discovered that some things should never wait, from appreciating a moment of respite to standing up for justice in our communities.

Sunset over Stewart Island, New Zealand inspires travel memories, during the epic wait for vaccines to make such journeys safe again. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Sunsets will still be there when New Zealand re-opens for travel . . .
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Sunset over Mirror Pond, Bend, Oregon during the pandemic promised the chance to make new travel memories after an epic wait. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Meanwhile, sunsets keep happening everywhere. (Mirror Pond, Bend, Oregon)
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Our Return Journey Is Personal

Over time, this epic wait has personalized our return journey.  We each have places we yearn to see, things we’re passionate to do. The college student who’d looked forward to life on campus. The actor cast in his first Broadway musical. The worker bee who’d finally landed the corner office.

Some of us are waiting to travel. Lockdown cooled our jets—literally—as airports shut down.

Mt Ruapehu in Ohakune, New Zealand inspires travel memories, as vaccination sparks anticipation after an epic wait. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Mt Ruapehu, NZ, where Edmund Hillary climbed as a boy, will still be waiting.
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In 2020, my sister and I were this close to making the journey we’d planned all year. Several weeks in New Zealand. My third visit, her first. We researched, we conferred, we counted down. With just 29 days to go, we were so giddy our phone calls went mostly like this:

“How many more days? I can’t wait!”

“Not many. I can’t wait, either!”

Then pandemic slammed on the brakes. Seems we could wait because we had to wait. Waiting led to phone calls about all the places we had gone. If we couldn’t travel the world, we’d  travel in words.

As we spoke, those places came back to us in vivid detail. Socially distant, we were somehow there together. Sipping birra rossa under a full moon in Bologna. Walking among holiday crowds on a winter’s day in Leipzig.

Oh, I see: Waiting to travel helped us explore past travels in more depth.

An old tree on New Zealand’s North Island revives travel memories and evokes the patience needed during the epic wait for the resumption of normal life. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Oh, to wait with the patience of a tree on New Zealand’s North Island.
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Waiting for Each Other

The thing about places we miss the most? In our travel memories, they’re all about people. The dinners with new friends and friends we’ve known forever. The office camaraderie, the neighborhood block party.

Above all, we miss the home places, wherever our loved ones live. The son and daughter-in-law we never imagined being apart from this long. The newest little arrivals, nieces and nephews we’ve been waiting to meet in person.  Grandparents we’ve waited all year to hug.

As vaccinations increase, we’ll move from travel memories to actual travel. Travel that closes the gap of social distance. We imagine ourselves across the world or across town, away from home, or at home with our doors thrown open. Our epic wait has also been a journey, a navigation toward unexpected understandings. We’ve seen what matters, and what doesn’t, discovered what’s worth waiting for, and what must never wait.

So tell me, as we arrive, what will you carry ashore?

Auckland Harbor, New Zealand evokes travel memories and promises new journeys after the epic wait for a Covid vaccine. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Steadily approaching Auckland Harbor, New Zealand.
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Around the Wacky World of Sister Cities and Twin Towns

by Meredith Mullins on March 22, 2021

Eiffel Tower in Paris, France, with cherry blossoms, a twin town with Rome and one of many sister cities around the world. (Image © Meredith Mullins.)

Who wouldn’t want to be sisters with Paris, especially in the spring?
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It’s Not a Dull and Boring World

A story that features the words dull and boring can still show promise. We begin with a tale of two cities. Sister cities—Dull, Scotland, and Boring, Oregon.

This particular familial friendship (also called town twinning in Europe) was based on the humorous pairing of their town names. They even added a third city to the clan, creating a celebratory menage à trois. Bland, Australia was invited into the partnership, launching a possible new trend of town tripleting.

Due to the media attention and the increased tourism, these towns are now anything but dull, boring, and bland.

Sign at the village of Dull, Scotland, paired with sister city Boring, Oregon, examples of sister cities and twin towns around the world. (Image © Gannett77/iStock.)

Welcome to Dull, with a side of Boring (and a hint of Bland).
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The Sisterhood of the Traveling Cultures

There are many reasons to seek a city-to-city partnership. Just as in A Tale of Two Cities, it is during the best of times and the worst of times that these bonds are formed.

The most noble reasons for city sisterhood are to promote understanding among different cultures and to build a foundation for world peace—whether during times of prosperity or times of crisis.

Cities also bond over a common name, similarities in size and demographics, shared history, related industries, trade relationships, tourism opportunities, or cultural links.

Boys in M'Bour, Senegal, a sister city and twin town of Jackson, Mississippi, enabling cultural encounters around the world. (Image © Meredith Mullins.)

Jackson, Mississippi, became a sister city with M’Bour, Senegal,
to open new doors to educational and cultural exchange.
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Led by a Saint

The earliest known city partnership in Europe was between Paderborn, Germany, and Le Mans, France, in 836. These cities had little in common other than an “eternal brotherhood” of two Catholic dioceses, both paying tribute to Saint Liborius.

Liborius was the Bishop of Le Mans for 49 years. After his death—and perhaps due to word of miracles near his tomb—his relics were requested to be brought to Paderborn. They traveled via an 800-kilometer procession, which, if led by a peacock as legend has it, probably took quite a while.

Liborius has remained the patron saint there for more than 1000 years. The two dioceses continue to support each other today.

Paderborn cathedral in Paderborn, Germany, a sister city and twin town to Le Mans France, opening the world to cultural encounters. (Image by Pixabay.)

The relics of Saint Liborius are in the crypt of the beautiful Paderborn Cathedral.

Town Twinning

The first modern twinning agreement was between Keighley, England, and Poix-du-Nord, France, in 1920 following the end of WW I.

Keighley soldiers had been stationed in Poix-du-Nord and had seen the devastation to the town. They urged the town council to offer a twinning agreement as a gesture of solidarity. The townspeople raised funds to build a community center in Poix-du-Nord, which is still in use today (named the Keighley Center, so as not to forget their twin).

Toledo, Spain, a sister city of Toledo, Ohio, examples of sister cities and twin towns around the world.(Image via PxHere.)

A sister-city quiz: Who is pictured here—Toledo, Spain, or Toledo, Ohio?

Another historic early sister relationship was Toledo, Ohio, with Toledo, Spain, in 1931. Perhaps the seed was planted in the late 1800s when Spanish Toledo gave a gift of two quality steel swords to American Toledo. Although, the name match was a vibrant part of the connection, the relationship grew deeper, with frequent student, athletic, and artistic exchange delegations.

The interactions were interrupted by the Spanish Civil War, WW II, and a period of Spanish political isolation, but the relationship continues in many new ways, as both cities undergo revitalization changes. They renew their vows at every anniversary: “Long Live the Spirit of the Two Toledos.”

Steel swords from Toledo Spain to Toledo Ohio, showing the importance of sister cities and town twinning around the world. (Image © ahau1969/iStock.)

The Toledo sister relationship started with a gift from Spain of the famous Toledo steel swords.
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International Momentum for Sister Cities

The idea of twinned towns and sister cities gained momentum in 1956 when Dwight D. Eisenhower created a U.S. nonprofit called Sister Cities International. The organization focused on pairing cities as a way to heal the wounds of WW II and to encourage trade and tourism to bolster the economy.

Sister Cities International keeps a member log, where you can find who is paired with whom in the world today. They also can help a city or town find a sister if guidance is needed (yes, there is a cities-seeking-cities personal page). Who would have thought that a city could be a lonely single?

Cannes, France, on the French Riviera, a sister city to Beverly Hills, California, showing the importance of cultural encounters between sister cities and twin towns around the world. (Image © Pascvii/Pixabay.)

Sunny film-loving city on the French Riviera—single—seeks a sister city
for long-term relationship focusing on cultural exchange.
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For example, when the French Riviera town of Cannes was searching for a sister, the organization offered a pair with, who else? Beverly Hills, California. Both are known as havens for the rich and film-famous.

Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills, California, a sister city to Cannes, France, showing the importance of cultural encounters and cultural exchange between sister cities and twin towns around the world. (Image via Pixabay.)

Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills has some similarity to the La Croisette walkway in Cannes.

Sister Cities—Is Monogamy Possible?

Some cities are hungry for relationships. They are seeking a larger family, embracing sisters from many parts of the world to expand their cultural awareness and tourism or trade opportunities.

San Francisco has 20 sister cities. Los Angeles has 25. Barcelona has 22. These are popular places— sister city influencers. But the big winner is Saint Petersburg, Russia, with 63.

View of Saint Petersburg, Russia, showing the importance of twin towns and sister cities around the world. (Image © Yulenochekk/iStock.)

Saint Petersburg, Russia, wins the sister popularity contest.
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These proud high achievers boast of their global reach with signs in the city centers pointing to all their sisters (and the mileage distance to reach each).

Sister city sign in Los Angeles, showing the importance of twin towns and sister cities around the world. (Image © Tupungato/iStock.)

A street sign in Los Angeles points to some of its sister cities.
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Among Europe’s twin towns, there is one noted monogamous relationship. Since 1956, Rome and Paris have been exclusively twinned with each other. Their proclamation: “Only Paris is worthy of Rome; only Rome is worthy of Paris.”

However, this exclusivity doesn’t seem to bar them from adding sister cities or partner cities. Paris is a sister/partner city to Prague, Tokyo, Athens, San Francisco, Chicago, and Washington, D.C., among others. Rome is a partner to Buenos Aires, Sydney, and Madrid.

Pont Louis Philippe in Paris, France, a twinned city with Rome, showing the importance of twin towns and sister cities around the world. (Image © Meredith Mullins.)

Exclusive twins—Paris and Rome—share layers of history.
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Perfect Matches and Odd Couples

Some pairings have an obvious connection. Some sisters have similarities that exist beneath the surface. And some couples are just odd.

Indianapolis, Indiana, and Monza, Italy, are sisters in speed. The Indy 500 is famous in America and the Autodromo Nazionale di Monza (Italian Grand Prix) is famous in Monza. A relationship was inevitable. The Italian-American community in Indianapolis was also a part of the equation.

Agra, India, and Petra, Jordan, are connected by some of the world’s wonders. Agra is home to the Taj Mahal and Petra is known for its archeological sites.

Taj Mahal in Agra, India, shares its culture with Petra, Jordan, its sister city, illustrating the importance of sister cities around the world. (Image © Meredith Mullins.)

Places offering the world’s treasures often seek each other out as sister cities.
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Cuzco, Peru, and Xi’an, China, are also well paired and linked by UNESCO status.  Cuzco is a stepping stone for Machu Picchu and Xi’an for the Terracotta Army.

The Terracotta warriors in Xi'an, China, which shares treasures with its sister city in Cusco, Peru, showing the importance of twin towns and sister cities around the world. (Image via Pixabay.)

A cultural exchange with two world-treasure sites yields high travel dividends.

Digging Deeper

Sonoma, California, and Chambolle-Musigny, France, are united in an appreciation of terroir and fine wine. Who would win the blind tasting? It’s difficult to say, but perhaps everyone’s a winner when you’re talking about the elegance of Pinot Noir.

Horse head, showing a sister city bonding and the importance of cultural encounters with sister cities around the world. (Image © Maky Orel/Pixabay.)

Would your sister city choice be based on a horse’s head?
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Horseheads, New York, and Nakagawa, Japan, are linked in an equine way. A Japanese man from Bato-machi (which translates from Japanese to horse head) saw Horseheads on a map and encouraged his local government to “friend” them. The official sister city designation was awarded. Bato-machi became a part of the larger city Nakagawa, but the relationship remains intact

Sometimes one person’s footsteps are present in both sister cities’ history. Monterey, California, is a sister to Lleida/Lérida, Spain because the Spanish expedition leader, Don Gaspar de Portolá, born in Lleida, was one of the founders of Monterey (as well as San Diego).

De Portolá became the first governor of the Californias (Alta California and Baja California under Mexican rule) from 1768–1770, and later in 1776 Monterey became its capital. A statue and many building names in Monterey are reminders of de Portolá’s important influence.

Lleida/Lerida Spain, a sister city to Monterey California, engage in cultural exchanges that show the importance of sister cities and twin towns around the world. (Image © Geertwillemarck/PxHere.)

Lleida/Lérida, Spain—the birthplace of Gaspar de Portolá
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The sister liaison of Amritsar, India, and Bakersfield, California, is, at first glance, a mystery. Bakersfield sits in the desert-like San Joaquin Valley, an agricultural and oil hub near Los Angeles. Amritsar is near the Pakistani border, and home of The Golden Temple.

The common denominator is a connection to the Sikh religion. Bakersfield has an active Sikh community. Amritsar is the holiest city for Sikhism.

Sikh man, showing the generosity of the Sikh community in sister cities around the world. (Image © Meredith Mullins.)

The generosity of the Sikh community is present, whether in Bakersfield or Amritsar.
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Timbuktu, Mali, and Tempe, Arizona, became sisters as a part of a large-scale humanitarian effort. And, often, when a natural disaster or political issues disrupt a city, the sister is there to help.

Break-Ups Happen

Good sister karma cannot always last forever. Sometimes the relationship is terminated for ethical or political reasons. Prague ended its sisterhood with Saint Petersburg and Moscow because of Russia’s military intervention in Ukraine.

Prague river view, showing an example of sister cities around the world that end their relationships over political views. (Image © Felix Mittermeier/Pixabay.)

Prague broke up with Saint Petersburg for ethical reasons.
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Laguna Niguel, California, put its sister relationship with Al Qa’im, Iraq, on hold after the Iraqi town was taken over by ISIS.

And sometimes a sister city goes dark for years when politics enter the picture. (Minsk hasn’t returned phone calls to one sister in years.)

Thinking Globally: The OIC Moment

Do you know the sister city/cities of the place you live? A better understanding of a sister and the reasons for the pairing will surely enhance your knowledge of home.

More to the point . . . if you could choose someone—anyone—for your sister, how would you decide? Someone with shared roots? Common interests? A best friend? An exotic stranger? A strategic partner? Someone you can count on in times of need and in times of celebration, even from afar?

Who would you choose for your sister city or twinned town to continue this quest for world peace and better human understanding?

As you think about the answer, you’ll open a window to the world . . . and to yourself.

For more information on sister cities, visit Sister Cities International.

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Memories of St Patrick’s Day In and Out of Ireland

by Joyce McGreevy on March 15, 2021

Ireland’s blue sky and green meadow in March evoke memories celebrated with cultural authenticity on St Patrick’s Day in Ireland. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Before the pandemic, March was a popular time for travel to Ireland . . .
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How Real Was My Cultural Authenticity?

What could be more Irish than memories of St Patrick’s Day in Ireland? Picture it: County Limerick, March 17. Sunlight illuminates my boarding school overlooking the banks of the River Shannon. Such cultural authenticity! We’ve the day off from classes. Cue the festivities!

The Dripping of the Green

Ah, but this is 1970s Ireland. St Patrick’s Day is a holy day, not yet a holiday. To “celebrate,” we each pin a clump of sodden shamrocks to the front of our school uniform. At Mass, I watch in dismal fascination as brackish liquid oozes along the wool grain of my personal upholstery.

Not how I’d imagined “the wearing of the green.”

My classmate Eileen sighs, “If only we were in Dublin gawking at the Americans.”

“Why Americans?” I ask.

“Ah sure, nobody celebrates St Patrick’s Day like the Yanks. They do go mad for it.”

Ireland’s Lismore Castle with spring flowers evokes memories celebrated with cultural authenticity on St Patrick’s Day in Ireland. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

. . . but late spring in Ireland is lovely, too.
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The Wearing of . . . Whatever

Picture it: St Patrick’s Day, 1980-something, California. As I enter the office, our receptionist looks up. An expectant smile lights up Barb’s face. It dims when I remove my coat to reveal a black ensemble.

“Shoot,” says Barb. “I thought you’d be wearing your national costume.”

Gently, I break it to Barb that people in Ireland do not wear national costumes.

“What do they wear?” says Barb, aggrieved.

“Um, just . . . clothing. Like anybody else.”

“Oh.” She looks crushed.

“Also, Barb? I was born in Phoenix, Arizona.”

Crane Bar in Galway evokes memories celebrated with cultural authenticity on St Patrick’s Day in Ireland. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Then again, Irish summers delight locals and visitors alike . . .
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Festivity to “Dye” For

Until recently, the way Ireland and the U.S. celebrated St Patrick’s Day was markedly different.

St Patrick’s Day American-style was an all-day Lucky Charms commercial. Suddenly the air was thick with “Sure ‘n begorrah!” and “Erin go bragh!”—words never uttered in Ireland.

Nationwide, green snack foods proliferated in breakrooms. Green bagels, green cupcakes, green cookies. If you didn’t wear green, people would pinch you. Green socks, green sunglasses, green badges emblazoned “Kiss me! I’m Irish!”

Oh, the indignity to a sensitive soul such as I.

An outdoor table set for dinner in County Cork evokes memories celebrated with cultural authenticity on St Patrick’s Day in Ireland. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

. . . and by late summer, life in Ireland moves outdoors.
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Joyce McGreevy, Cultural Policewoman

Raised in two cultures and the mother of an Irish-born son, you’d think I’d have relished any chance to celebrate my heritage.

Hah!

In those days, the most Irish thing about me was my curmudgeonly attitude, my utter refusal to abide “such nonsensical carry-on.” No, I would NOT like a Shamrock Shake. No, I would NOT like to put on a plastic green leprechaun hat. No, I would NOT care for corned beef and cabbage. None of these things pertained to the Real Ireland.

So fierce was my commitment to cultural authenticity, that in contrast to all the green, my St Patrick’s Day face was forty shades of red.

As self-appointed cultural firebrand, I made it my mission to douse any outbreaks of fun with the cold water of clarity. Did people not know that St Patrick was born in France? That he came to Ireland because he was kidnapped by pirates?

A sunset in County Cork evokes memories celebrated with cultural authenticity on St Patrick’s Day in Ireland. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Mind you, Ireland’s autumn has a poetry all its own . . .
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Snakes on a Plain

As for Himself  “drrriving the snakes out of Oyrland,” honestly! Beautiful as Ireland is, would any self-respecting reptile choose to live in a cool, rainy climate? Those “snakes” were actually eels found in pre-Christian sacred wells. Patrick didn’t drive them anywhere. He simply blessed the wells while doing his bit to spread European culture.

Indeed, Palladius of Anatolia likely arrived before Patrick, having been sent by Pope Celestine in 432. Yes, the first bishop of Ireland was Turkish, yet does anyone throw poor old Palladius a parade?

My smoldering umbrage was not without fuel.  Back then, we were all less savvy about each other’s cultures. As late as the 1990s, I was still fielding such questions as: “Does Ireland have electricity?” “Do people there just eat potatoes?” And my personal favorite: “Do people talk normal there—you know, do they say stuff like awesome and cowabunga”?

Totally, dude.

By the 2000s, the Internet and affordable travel were replacing stereotypes with cultural authenticity. We could see more clearly a culture’s everyday realities and thus appreciate it more.

Hunter’s Hotel, Enniskerry in winter evokes memories celebrated with cultural authenticity on St Patrick’s Day in Ireland. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

. . . and Irish winters are festive.
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Real Ireland, Revisited

Picture it:  Galway, Ireland 2013. My college friend Brendan invites me to the St Patrick’s Day parade. This, I trust, will reflect the Real Ireland.

And it does. Just not as I’d expected.

Yes, there are traditional Irish dancers and musicians. And floats commemorating Irish history. But there is also a diversity of cultures, immigrants from all over the world who have made their home in this “Ireland of the Welcomes.” As parade groups are announced, they present performances that artfully combine Irish elements with elements of their origin cultures.

In movement, music, costumes, colors, voices, and vibe, a magnificent chorus of cultures creates a mood that ripples through the crowd.

It is joy. The joy unique to something we all deeply miss these days: community. Not as a concept, but felt, lived, shared.

And the parade watchers? A sea of goofy green accessories. Neon as all get-out.

Oh, I see: In 21st century Ireland, there’s room for silliness along with solemnity. For pride with a dash of self-parody. For transcending stereotypes by sharing a laugh at them.

So, here’s to new memories. Picture it: St Patrick’s Day 2021, everywhere if not in Ireland. Instead, on Zoom with family, friends, and neighbors around the world. Ditching my narrow notion of cultural authenticity as we celebrate the many meanings of “Real Ireland.”

Now pass me that green bagel.

An Irish road in March evokes memories celebrated with cultural authenticity on St Patrick’s Day in Ireland. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Meet you in Ireland in March 2022?
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Tourism Ireland invites you to virtually visit Ireland this Wednesday, March 17. Join #StPatricksDayAtHome, here.

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