We checked into our hostel…our room was separate from the hostel and was more like a town house. We had a room upstairs and the beds were bunk beds. I haven’t slept in a bunk bed since I was 12.

Galway is a cute town. Everything is written in Irish, or Gaelic. Many people here speak Irish and apparently there’s a town an hour away where all they speak is Irish.

It’s cold and windy and sometimes rains off and on. By the time you run for cover the rain stops. We made our way to the coast and fed some ducks, swans and other birds. There must have been a couple of hundred birds. I did make the mistake of feeding a few and the frenzy was on (Trisha I fed them some of your banana chips which they didn’t like). I also stepped in piles of bird shit. Peter saw a dead rat and took a picture for his mom. His mom hates rats. We took a picture of a caterpillar for my mom….she hates caterpillars….odd women they are 

We went out to a local bar….seriously we were the only tourists in this place. We made friends fast and before you know it we were getting free beer. Someone showed us some magic tricks, someone else showed us his bum (he later got kicked out because he was too drunk and man was he). The bartender taught us some Gaelic, but he could have been making it up. He had serious A.D.D. and spoke way to fast for most people understand. A dude named Glen told us we don’t look like Americans….I’m not sure what an “American” looks like,..ahhahah. Before you know it we were giving hugs and inviting people to stay with us in Seattle and stumbled back to the bunk beds.

BTW the shower contraption that I thought was so strange isn’t that strange, the shower in the hostel was the same way. I’ve included a pic of it.

We are now on the train back to Dublin so we can catch a flight to England.

(Oh and the sport I mentioned in the other blog was indeed hurling not curling, but I’ve never seen any of those sports so I couldn’t tell you the difference).

This is the odd shower contraption….take a good look at it.

This is the bunk bed Hostel:

By the way…just got to England. We took a train from Galway to Dublin, a bus from Dublin to the airport, a plane to England, a train to the center of the city and the Tube (Metro) to Robbie and Elisa’s flat. Shish…long travel day. It’s great catching up with Robbie. We have known each other since kids, but haven’t seen each other in a while and his accent is no longer a New Orleans accent….it’s mixed with an English accent…hahah. I love their flat. Tomorrow they are taking off work to hang with us. Should be fun.

E