“Galway’s a town really. They call it a city. But it’s just a big town.”
That’s what our first cab driver told us. Looks like I’ve landed in the St. Louis of Ireland.
We have arrived! It only took 2 planes, a McDonalds, a bus, and a taxi. My travel partner Doug’s first stop when we got off the plane was the bar in Dublin airport, where we waited for our bus. And the first cultural experience we were subjected to? None other than Miley Cyrus’s “Party in the U.S.A.” Seriously, you guys?
As for our new apartments, they are less than satisfactory (“shithole” is the preferred term). But once the heating and hot water can be figured out and pictures put up, I think it will be kind of all right (reminiscent of a jail cell, but livable).
Despite being jet-lagged and lost, we found our way to a pub our first night here. The Quays (or “keys”) taught me my second Irish lesson: the pint is no American can of beer. (The first lesson was that Smithwicks, like most words here, is not pronounced as it looks.)
The internet is pretty shabby so the posts will have to be short. But the moral of the story is this: there’s a Quizno’s in town. We should be just fine.