Tracing Interlacing Trails

I have just stumbled into someone along the byways of Madison, a Welsh woman of Aberystwyth, who offered for my dwelling a stone cottage facing the Irish Sea. She splits her year between B&B and home in Wales, and lingering ties to Wisconsin. I met her Cambrian son, an English teacher in Morocco, and learned that her former husband is the famous Irish professor in Classics I once took notes for.