At 5:45am I rose quietly trying not to disturb our israeli roommates in the hostel and took a shower. After leaving our payment for the hostel under a the tea kettle in the kitchen we caught the 7:15 am bus to Galway.
The drive was beautiful.
Galway is a smaller and more personel and a very Irish city. The streets were lively and colorful and it was beautiful to explore. The museum (which was closed on Sunday when we arrived but we did get to see later) details it's long history of trade and how that has defined its identity (Christopher Columbus visited at one point). We walked all around the city and surrounding area along the coast (the promenade on the way to Salt Hill is great).
After a bit of wandering we watched the All Ireland Gaelic Football final in a pub. Gaelic Football seems to be some sort of American football/soccer-esque game that involves no padding and a lot of yelling. It was great to be in the bar even though I didn't really have any idea what was going on.
For dinner I cooked pasta with a few people in the hostel so I got to know this lovely Argentine couple, an Australian girl, and this canadian guy. We had a fun time talking after dinner and I got into a long debate about what "barbecue" was.
We hung around Galway for a bit the next morning and got some sandwiches at this great place called McCambridges that we took on the bus to Clifden.
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