Bhí an saol ag lonrú ar dhroim na gCnoc Mór san fhómhar.

Life was shining on the back of the Cnoc Mór in the autumn.

Bhí aibíocht an ama le feiceáil sna bláthanna ag titim agus sna duilleoga ag dul ó dhath glas go rua.

The maturity of the time could be seen in the falling flowers and the leaves turning from green to red.

Bhí sé sciobtha nuair a bhain an ghaoth bríomhar boladh úr na farraige suas go dtí an chosán.

It was brisk when the lively wind lifted the fresh scent of the sea up to the path.

Bhí Maeve, bean óg le tuiscint éadrom ar a hoidhreacht, ag siúl leis na haillte lena cairde, Cillian agus Niamh.

Maeve, a young woman with a light understanding of her heritage, was walking along the cliffs with her friends, Cillian and Niamh.

Bhí an ghrian ag dul faoi, ag ligean dathanna draíochta ar na haillte agus an fharraige.

The sun was setting, casting magical colors on the cliffs and the sea.

Bhí féasta na Samhna, nó Oíche Shamhna, ag druidim leo agus bhí an tírdhreach ag cruthú atmaisféar scanrúil, dúchasach.

The feast of Samhain, or Oíche Shamhna, was approaching, and the landscape was creating a spooky, native atmosphere.

Bhí Maeve ar thóir rud éigin speisialta.

Maeve was in search of something special.

Bhí sé ar a hintinn rud éigin a aimsiú a chuirfeadh níos mó i dteagmháil í lena fréamhacha Éireannacha.

She had it in her mind to find something that would connect her more deeply with her Irish roots.

Níor theastaigh uaithi na cuimhneacháin pháipéir nó na rudaí maisíochta a bhí nagus iad in aice láimhe, cosúil le gach áit turasóireachta.

She didn't want paper souvenirs or trinkets that were easy to find, like every tourist spot.

"Táim ag ceapadh go bhfuil seans maith ann go mbeadh rud éigin suimiúil sa mhargadh áitiúil," chuir Cillian in iúl, ag ligean osna gan choinne.

"I suppose there's a good chance there will be something interesting at the local market," said Cillian, letting out an unexpected sigh.

D'aontaigh Maeve leis.

Maeve agreed.

"An mbraitheann tú mar sin freisin?

"Do you feel the same way?"

" d’fhiafraigh sí de Niamh.

she asked Niamh.

Bhvshúil Niamh ar a dhroim.

Niamh shrugged.

"Gan dabht, Níl anseo ach aistriúcháin.

"Without a doubt, this is just translation."

" Bhí siad imithe de ghéarchéim amháin, ag tabhairt aghaidh ar an ghealltanacht nua.

They had moved from one crisis, facing a new promise.

Chinn Maeve an turas a dhéanamh go dtí an margadh seo, méid cinnteachas ann--rud éagsúil, rud neamh-turasóireacht.

Maeve decided to make the trip to this market, with a certain determination—something different, something non-touristy.

Ghabhadar an bóthar go dtí margadh ealaíontóra.

They took the road to the artisan market.

Bhíodh iontas uirthi, éadrom ag fás ina cliabhrach.

She was surprised, with a lightness growing in her chest.

Tá na ráflaí fíor.

The rumors were true.

Bhí na hearraí na lámhdhéanta, fíor.

The goods were handmade, genuine.

Gabhadh a súl ag seod álainn, píosa amháin a labhairt le síscéalta Éireannacha.

Her eye was caught by a beautiful piece of jewelry, one that spoke of Irish fairy tales.

Labhair an ceardaí faoi na teicnící ársa a d'úsáid sí, teicnící ar athraigh ó ghlún go glúin.

The artisan spoke about the ancient techniques she used, techniques that had changed from generation to generation.

Shocraigh Maeve gur bhain a cheannacht le níos mó ná cuimhneachán.

Maeve decided that her purchase was more than just a souvenir.

Bhí sí ag tabhairt abhaile ceithre ghlúin de stair chruthaitheachta.

She was bringing home four generations of creative history.

Bhí sí ag fágáil na gCnoc Mór ag mothú athraithe, le tuiscint ní ba doimhne ar a cúlra.

She was leaving Cnoc Mór feeling transformed, with a deeper understanding of her background.

Bhí sí ag siúl ar shiúl ó na haillte sin, ach bhí píosa dá hoidhreacht ag crochadh ar a cófra anois.

She was walking away from those cliffs, but a piece of her heritage now hung on her chest.

Rud beag éagsúil--ach sa domhan mór sin, an-phearsanta freisin.

Something a little different—but in that big world, also very personal.