
Park lunch in the Galway town-square. (Great idea, Adam!)
The first trip we took was to Galway to see the west coast (also known as the REAL Ireland by all those who live there). We spent the Firday night in the city, known as a culture-rich college town, and the second night on a nearly deserted Island - known as Inis Mor - that you could only reach by riding a fairy. Galway was much less expensive and far smaller than Dublin, but equally as fun. I taught some stiff Irish youths how to dance, but sadly, no photos were taken.

To jump, or not to jump...
Inis Mor was incredibly eerie upon our arrival (8pm on Saturday night, pitch-black with almost no signs of life), but incredibly gorgeous once the sun rose. In our hostel, we met a couple of old ladies - one from Texas, the other Alaska - who told us where to go if we wanted to see cliffs. It was as if they read our minds! So Sunday morning, we set off on a 45 minute hike to witness one of the most beautiful landscapes one could imagine.

The hike

The reward
What started out as a haphazard venture, turned out to be one of the most fulfilling trips I've ever taken in less than 3 days. So much adventure, but so little time! In between all of this, there were delicious meals, loud laughs, and special moments. Many of which I can't include because I simply don't remember, but rest assured, they happened.
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