We arrived in Galway around 2pm and quickly found alongside the N-6, The Ryan Hotel. A mere 49 Euro apiece we could have a room (two double beds)! a large color tv, modern facilities, (i.e., lots of hot water for the shower), and a telephone. We went back out into the parking lot to confer. Joe was shaking his head at the expense. "But, an Irish breakfast is included!" I informed him. He threw up his arms, "Well, why didn't you say so!" Actually I think he saw the little red vehicle sitting there waiting for him to take the wheel again, and the Irish breakfast enabled him to save face.
Why do they call elevators lifts in Ireland? I'll tell you why, because they are tiny! Joe and I in an area that is no larger than a small closet with our luggage made me laugh. No wonder the Europeans are all so slender! If they are claustrophobic they must take the stairs. To take the lift, they must be thin.
We decided to go into Galway City for the remainder of the day. The public transport stop was directly across the street from the hotel. We joined the group of people huddled under the shelter waiting for the bus. It was still raining the way it does in Ireland, which means a heavy mist that at times is more heavy than others. A mother walking her son home from school ducked under the shelter and speaking together in Irish, put on additional outerwear. I was fascinated by the language. At first, I thought I just could not grasp their accents, but then I realized it was Irish! Musical and mysterious.
Have I mentioned yet how friendly and nice most people are in Ireland? Everyone with the exception of one barmaid were wonderful to us. Several times a day I had to rely on the kindness of strangers. "Is this the bus downtown?", "Is this the way to Shop Street?", "What is the name of the bus to take us to....fill in the blank." "How do I arrive at O'callaghansmill ?"(they laughed at this but still told us how). "Am I on the right road to the cliffs?" "Please, what is the telephone code for the states...Dublin...?" They were wonderfully patient with us.
All day long of being rained on, risking our lives and the lives of others by driving the small roads in the Burren, and almost hitting a cow we were on our way into the magical city of Galway,also know as the City of the Tribes.