However, there is much more to this city than torrential downpours. It is hip and trendy and youthful and fun. Even the locals are talking about the buzz in the air. There are lots of visitors here: some from the US, some from other parts of Europe, a few from North Africa and even the Irish are coming here for their holiday.
We are all just a fanny pack away from from this being the tourist capital of Ireland.
Katie and I left left Donegal early this morning and took the bus south to Galway. It rained the entire way and we both slept for most of the trip. We arrived into Galway just after noon and caught a city bus to our B&B. It is an amazing little place just a block from the bay and is owned by a sweet woman named Bridie (you know, just in case you were wondering). After we dropped off our stuff we went back to town where we had scones and tea and shopped. A lot. A lot a lot. I bought new wedge heels which makes so much sense for someone who is trying to travel light and is missing a bone in her right foot. But I just can't say no. I tried, really. But it was futile.
FUTILE, I tell you.
Later we walked along the beach and finally ended up a swanky hotel restaurant for dinner. Both of us were wearing work out clothes and flip flops and my hair looked like it had gotten caught in a blender, but it didn't matter, we were hungry. Like I could have eaten shrimp kind of hungry. (I loathe shrimp, by the way.) the food was great and no one asked us to leave.
Tomorrow we head to Connemara, which is supposed to be beautiful and tranquil and awesome. We are are having the tour bus pick us up at the front door. It's just how we roll.
Here are a few pics for you:
These pictures are straight out of my camera. I am sorry I didn't edit them but I just took an Ambien and I am racing against the clock.