P.S. Anyone that loved my blanket scarf – they just showed up on GroopDealz today!
But moving on to Galway. I wish I could say I love Galway, because I know people adore it, but unfortunately this was one of the worst days of the trip for me.
We got up, packed up our stuff at the Fitzpatrick and headed downstairs to eat. After eating, we hopped on the bus that takes you to the airport (that the hotel didn’t tell us about until AFTER WE PAID 55 EURO FOR A CAB A FEW DAYS PRIOR) and then got to sit and wait in line at Hertz for an hour.
While waiting in line and my dad was pacing around, I mumbled something about “maybe I’m not meant to be a world traveler” and a nice American woman turned around from in front of us in line. She spent the next half hour telling us that she is a travel writer and explaining all the ins and outs of driving and traveling abroad. She was super sweet to talk us through some things and I appreciate it so much from her! We finally got our car and GPS only to find out that Ireland doesn’t really have “addresses” so we tried to use the coordinates (which ended up being a nightmare later in the trip, so FORESHADOWING). After a bit of freaking out (and me almost having 18 panic attacks), we got on the freeway on our way to Galway. I only cried twice
(on our way to Galway) and one of those times was once my dad started getting comfortable driving.
It ended up taking us just over two hours to get into Galway and then we hit a lot of traffic. So, not only did my dad have to deal with driving in a new country on the wrong side of the road, now he had to deal with city driving which is not something he does well even in the U.S. We got turned around a few times, he got mad a few times and I got quiet quite a bit. But we found the first Bed & Breakfast called Winacre Lodge.
After sitting around for a bit (it was only like 3:30 p.m.), we decided to drive to the city center to the Tom Dillon’s Claddagh Gold – the main reason I wanted to go to Galway. The store is the original maker of the claddagh ring and the oldest jewelers in Ireland! The only thing I had to buy myself while on this trip was a claddagh ring and it was not something I was going to miss out on. Unfortunately, traffic was insane and it took us almost an hour to get 4-miles and find parking. More crabbiness came about, I dropped my phone in a puddle and I literally left my dad in the dust while I RAN to the museum before it closed at 5. No way I was missing it after the hell day that we had!
We got there and the older ladies running the TINY store let me know they wouldn’t close and to
basically calm the fuck down take my time. I looked through the rings and pointed to the ones I was interested in and the lady took my hand, glanced at it and grabbed a ring that fit perfectly. It was crazy! She told me she had been doing it for most of her life, so she easily knew what size my finger was. How cool!
My dad bought two necklaces there as well – a Celtic knot for my mom and a cross for my sister. We headed back outside and walked into a tiny little restaurant because my dad was hungry and we wouldn’t be able to find food once we got back to the B&B.
We had seafood chowder that was really good and my dad had some sort of dessert. And then we walked back to our car where I got my only photo of Galway. 🙁
Once we got back to our B&B, I hung out on my bed playing on the computer when a little friend hopped his way up on to the hill behind our B&B. It scared the shit out of me!
(P.S. It absolutely POURED all day if you can’t tell.)
And that was my “day” in Galway! The next morning was a little bit nicer, but you’ll hear more about that tomorrow. 🙂 Oh, and my mom/sister sent me pictures of my cat trying to get “acquainted” with one of my dad’s cats. Didn’t go so well.
Have any of you been to Galway? Anyone else have super stressful travel? This whole trip was difficult!