
We left Ring of Kerry with the intention of getting dinner and heading to Galway that evening. We realized that Bunratty Castle (and more importantly, Durty Nellys) was on the way. For those of you who don’t know – Durtys is a bar in Boston, and Mike Barrett (guy who plays at the pig -where Nick and I met) plays there, too. We figured we’d head in to pay a homage to Boston, just in time to find out that they stop serving dinner at 10 (it was 10:15). We sojourned on to Galway, keeping a lookout for any open restaurant – nada. Nothing. Zip.
We basically tore each other’s heads off all the way to Galway (two MORE hours of driving????) and made it to a B&B that we had booked ahead of time (to avoid a night like Thurles from happening again). I eagerly tore into a bag of cookies in the room, and finally took a second to look around – this place was incredible. It was technically in Salthill, which is known to the locals (apparently, so we heard) as the “Gold Coast of Galway.” The room was gigantic, with a huge, plush California King sized bed… oh, and a second bed in the corner. The bathroom rivaled the one at Graceland, and the carpet was so plush I thought I was walking on marshmallows. Our windows looked out over the bay… and I’m sure I would have noticed more, if I hadn’t immediately sprawled out on top of the bed and fell asleep.

The next morning we woke up to the sweetest woman cooking food – we got in after she had already fallen asleep, and she wanted to know how our trip was. We wanted to say “please, we haven’t eaten in 12 hours, we are about to knock you over to get at some yogurt. Try me after breakfast,” but we were able to muster polite conversation – for about a minute. Toast came and I shoved a piece in my mouth as fast as I possibly could – no regrets.
We spent our time in Galway relaxing. We had such a crazy week that we wanted our last few days to just be simple and easy. We explored the city, including Eyre Square and Church Street. It finally rained for real, so we escaped the weather in a little bar with some beer (and my first Irish Coffee).

We did a lot of shopping while we were there – there was a pretty touristy open air market that I got some jewelry from, and Nick finally bought a sweater.

We explored the Latin Quarter, the Spanish Arch, and Nick FINALLY got his Shepherd’s Pie. FINALLY I DON’T HAVE TO HEAR ABOUT IT ANY MORE.

I think 1 week is a good limit of vacation. I think after that you tend to… get sick… of people.
Anyway, we spent the next evening in Galway, too. We went in search of good music, but we found out that it was the football finals (disclaimer: not a sports fan), so a lot of bars were showing that instead of live entertainment. Stupid.
We did find a wonderful place to drink and listen, and we did just that. ~15 Guinness and 5 whiskey gingers later, we had to leave and head back to our final night in Ireland. After probably the scariest cab ride of my life (I kept forgetting that they drive on the left side of the road…), we finally made it home.

We were leaving the next morning, but not after Nick got his last full Irish (and I fell in love with smoked salmon). We packed up, took some Excedrin, and dragged our hungover butts to the airport. It was a very, very, very bittersweet moment – especially once we realized that once you pass through security and customs, there were no bars in the airport! We grabbed a little bottom on wine and quickly chugged it before our flight – nothing like a little hair of the dog to set you straight. It was the perfect way to leave Ireland – sort of drunk, a little hungry, and ready to watch Dallas Buyer’s Club on the plane.
Tags: durty nellys, eyre square, galway, galway ireland, ireland, irish music, live music, shepherd's pie, the dail
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