Not A Location
"How long are you going to be in Ireland?" the immigration agent asked me. "Twenty-four hours," I exclaimed, "and I'm going to make the most of it!" I finished my tropical medicine course on Saturday and flew to Dublin Sunday, where I had a twenty-four hour layover before my Monday morning flight to the United States. With the help of an amazing missionary family, the day-long whirlwind was just what I was hoping for. They picked me up from the airport, took me to church, gave me a picnic lunch in a beautiful park, let me join their house church in the evening, and then took me on a hike on Howth peninsula through a rhododendron forest to a high point where we watched the sun set over the Irish Sea. It was just as magical as it sounds, except even more. As I watched the sky change colors and the city lights begin to sparkle in the dusk, I couldn't help but think about how I would have never ended up here if I didn't have some locals to ta...