A letter from Kindall
I doubt you remember me, but my name is Kindall. You called me Red and shared your fudge with me (which I bought a ton more of and smuggled home in my luggage, enough to surpass the weight limit, thank you very much). I was on your last tour to Inis Oirr and the Cliffs of Moher on October 31st.
I just wanted to say thank you. Nearly a week later and I’m still thinking about that day, and likely will until I can return. I’ve been on more than a few tours in my life, but yours stands apart for many, many reasons...more than I can express in an email, but I’ll try.
You love what you do, don’t you? It was very clear to those of us with you, as your joy, humor and passion for your part of the world shone through every word that came out of your mouth. Personally, I didn’t feel as if I was on a formal tour at all. Rather, I felt like you were a friend, proud to show me around your home town for the very first time. It makes all the difference in the world, I assure you. I stepped off the bus that night with a huge smile on my face, happier than I had been in a long while.
I could have chosen a different company, a different day, but I didn’t. I chose you, and for that, I’ll always be grateful. You brought a whole lot of joy to all of us on the tour - especially me - and I just wanted you to know. Sometimes people forget to say the words out loud, and I didn’t want to let another day pass with out telling you how much I appreciated you and that day. It will forever stick with me, and I’ll definitely be back. Likely 200 pounds heavier from all the fudge, but still...
All my best,