Arrival in Galway...our new home

Trip Start Jan 09, 2008
Trip End Ongoing

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Saturday, January 12, 2008

We arrived in Galway in the afternoon.  Looking back, the weather greeted us in fine form: cold wet winds whipping across Eyre Square, winds made gentler only by the pouring rain. Unfortunately, the weather conditions only seemed exacerbated by the fact that we (Jonathan) had failed to locate the exact position of our hostel.  Therefore, we spent the first ten minutes dodging rivers of water while we looked for our place.  You know how it is though, whenever you are looking for things, time manages to vanish if you need to be somewhere or it stretch into eternity if you are tired and just want the journey to be over.  Somehow, we managed to feel both of those things at once.

Despite that unnecessary and perhaps what should have been unremarked drama, we arrived at the Claddagh hostel (Claddagh, for all those who might be interested, refers to both a region in Galway as well as a form of traditional Irish ring: the ring is represented by two hands clasping a crowned heart).  Our room was a tiny four-person room which we thankfully had to ourselves.  In the following days we somehow managed to have our rent reduced until we were probably illegimitately paying less than anybody else in the hostel.  By the time the most experienced employees/managers returned from wherever they were (4 days later); they were all baffled about how we were spending on 27 euros a night for a private room.  I guess it pays off to be ridiculously good looking.  

On our second night in Galway, a Monday night, we thought that we should go out onto the town to try and get a taste of the local atmosphere.  Our first reaction, to be perfectly honest, was one of both uncomfort and distaste.  It was just our luck that the night we decided to go out was the same as the College students return from their holidays.  As a result, college-ish aged maniacs streamed through the streets like drunk goats, bleeting loudly and breaking things.  We found ourselves quite put off.  That feeling, thankfully, has dissipated, as we have come to realize that not every night is like that, nor is everyone in the city a crazy, bottle smashing, rowdy goat.

  Since that time we have seen much of the town, and it has begun to feel more and more like a home of sorts.  We are beginning to reach that point where we can point tourists in the right direction (or wrong for fun...).  We are also developing what could best be called "spots."  Spots are those sort of places that you hold tenderly in your heart.  For some reason or another, you treasure them, you frequent them, and you miss them like if they become unavailabe.  For Bri, the sea-side seems to have quickly developed into a spot of sorts, home to many new shore birds and other creatures.  I'm not sure what it would be for Jonathan, maybe just by Bri's side (gag...just about threw up in my mouth.)...he seems drawn to the older parts of town, the parts rich with history, religion, and often lichen/moss.  For me, it is either the Charlie Byrne's bookstore (which is awesome) or the bench with Oscar and Eduard Wilde.  

More to come on the search for accomodations and jobs.

Please do email; gift packages are always welcome once we have an address.  I love curry and rice.

With a tender heart,

PS  - sometimes it is hard to tell how old Jonathan and Briana are. 
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