Galway or Bust: Irish Rail is Your Friend

I will let Janice's words describe our first day in Galway: "So, I’m thinkin’ we were in Galway at the great fish place (McDonagh’s) that seemed to be filled with tourist & only the locals used ‘take away’ service. Mushy peas … not so great. Curry sauce … FAB … or at least I thought so! You, not so much. But kudos to you for trying it!

Before dinner, we ambled through the shops on the main street & wandered to the shore to look at a bit of history. After dinner, you took a picture of the patches in the pub behind the bar. There was a Chicago patch there … as well as one Chicago fella & some American girl who was looking to hook up … so it seemed. The music was sporadic & the pub crowded & we were tired. I think we got an ice cream & a cab back to the B&B.

We were dead-dog tired by the time we made it back to the B&B … up that REALLY big hill (remember hauling our stuff up there?? YIKES!)! During the night, some fellow who was a “wee bit drunk” tried to get into our room! “Ian, Ian … .”

Sigh….good times! Tomorrow we go to the Cliffs!"

Sidebar: pulling into the train station in Galway, we noticed a lot of police action along the bay. Turns out that a young college student was found murdered earlier that morning. So, when the strange fellow was attempting to get into our room at the Asgard, it was a tad bit creepy. Geraldine, our host at the Asgard, didn't hear a thing. And, yes, there really was a BIG hill that we had to hike up to get to our B&B. We had a difficult time once we left the train station just trying to find College Road. It was really hot that afternoon, too.

Best fish 'n' chips in Ireland!



Our room in the Asgard.

Chicago's finest: perched on a bar on Galway.

Another pub.

The sign was hanging in the Galway train station.

The Spanish Arch is located where Galway's river meets the sea.

Lots of wool scarves and sweaters to choose from.

Galway Yoga Center is on the right.