We left Dublin and drove the 2 hours to Galway the first night and after checking into the hostel we, of course, headed to the first pub. There I not only got to try a baby Guinness (Kahlua and Baileys, so it looks like a mini glass of Guinness) but I even got proposed to. Unfortunately the kid was drunk enough to not notice he had used the same line when bumping into my friend at the bar. My advice for him was one proposal per bar per night. We ended up talking with him and his friend (who we lovingly referred to as Stripey based on his clothing selection) until the pub closed. Oh side note: I love the pubs in Ireland, they are so cosy and often are these massive establishments with great nooks and wooden beams. It relaxes you just by walking inside one. Anyway after the bar we headed to Supermac's (McDonalds equivalent) with the rest of the city. That is where we saw Stripey again.
Next day was got up and went for my first Irish breakfast. It wasn't bad, bacon sausage, black and white pudding (similar to sausage patties) beans, toast . . . Then we just wandered in the beautiful sun all over. Saw a church band playing to raise money, a fresh and I mean FRESH market (dirt still on the carrots), the bay, and more. Then to cool off we hit another pub for a Baileys and coffee. From there the pub crawl continued. At the next place we experienced an impromptu flute and drum performance and they were fantastic! Then at the next pub we saw our old friend Stripey. Surprisingly enough he didn't seem to recognize us. Sorry to say, but it was no big loss for us.
That night for dinner I had my first Shepherds Pie and it was quite good. Of course it came with 3 different types of potatoes. We are in Ireland don't forget. Then we hit a bunch more pubs (a total of 8 by this point).
On Sunday we drove back via the Cliffs of Moher. We stopped at another pub for breakfast and while to food left much to be desired we did solve the question of where all the cute guys in Ireland are. They are in a pub in a small city just outside of Galway.
After stopping for lots of pictures on the way we finally made it to the Cliffs of Moher. They were so impressive. Straight drop into the ocean. It was breathtaking. Then at dinner we were able to experience the perfect sunset in combination with utter insanity, i.e. surfers. Not only was it sunset, but the air temperature was below freezing and they were surfing with no beach, but just massive rocks to break their fall. Crazy Irish, I love you but you're crazy.
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