“C'ead Mile Failte” shouted my little leprechaun tour guide picking me up at the train station as he waved a sign in the air that said “America’s Gypsy”.
“C'ead Mile Failte! C'ead Mile Failte!” he repeated as he grabbed my bags and escorted me to the car.
“C'ead Mile Failte? What does that mean”? I asked. In the strangest accent he told me that it means ‘A Hundred Thousand Welcomes’ in Gaelic. With a tilt of my head I questioned,… Continue