Strange But True Life: Galway Remains Without Rain

So much happened in the past 7 days since my arrival that it’s hard to write about. I went to orientation with about 300 other international students. This wasn’t your touchy feely American orientation where you play get to know you games. This was get down to business Irish orientation where the university big shots tell you everything important you need to know about passing classes/being in a foreign city/not getting deported over the course of two days of lecture. Here’s to passing classes and staying IN Ireland for a whole 4 months! 

Orientation took up Thurday and Friday, so yippee for the free weekend, I spend Saturday touring the city with the other international students and then visiting the market in in Galway’s city center. The donut man sold freshly baked, still-warm bits of heaven donuts which I nabbed a bite of from a friend. Tastes of buffalo mozerella, strudel, salmon from the bay sealed the deal on that food extravaganza. 

Sunday I took off from the city to the Aran Islands with two friends. After sleep-inducing bus and ferry rides, we arrived on Inis Mor. This is the largest of the Aran islands, but is still only about 12km long so we rented bikes and spent the day touring around. The island looks like a green patchwork quilt sewn up with grey thread. The stone walls enclosing sheep, cows, and horses roll all the way down to the sea. Sharp angled cliffs drop off from the shoreline to a slate-colored sea.

Here are some bits of the week from when I had my camera. At the end’s a poem about my life circa today, 2014.

Biking the Aran Islands. We took a day trip this Sunday to see them while they were still sunny. A woman at the International Office warned us the wind would “blow our skin off” on a day any less than balmy.
These walls were built so they can be quickly dismantled to make new pathways for cows/sheep/horses/people.
Cliffs of Inis Moor, the largest of the islands. Go any further West and you’ll find America (after a lot of ocean)
The long trek to the mythical Worm Hole. We stopped a man biking down the little lane for directions and he told us the formation was a 2 minute walk “around the corner and into the ocean.” 30 minutes of rock and tidepool hopping later, we found the Worm Hole.
Found: Worm Hole, AKA 1 big and strange remainder of the people who were here waaaay before us. Water flows in from the ocean to the giant rock ditch and can make some super waves.

This blog has some great photography of the Worm Hole in all it’s glory!

Did I say I’m in love with the ocean yet?

Travel Safe

1. Remember you are never unique.

2. Find you are wrapped in the threads of a web cradling millions of people who may not know you’re there.

3. Because of this, treat yourself kindly.

4. Grow happy eye wrinkles twirling circles on bar stools

5. Count up love on five fingers. That’s for the people you can’t see but wish you could.

6. Forget important things and freak out.

7. Fill up empty spaces with something different, new. 

8. Look out for the people at your dinner table (cramped and leaning on the couch).

9. Stay late.

10. Sleep well.


2 thoughts on “Strange But True Life: Galway Remains Without Rain

  1. Hey, Bethany. Looks like you are getting out to see the surrounding area while the weather is decent. Good luck with your first week of classes.


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