Yesterday was another day of riding in the bus. Although I enjoy sightseeing, that bus must pump benadryl through the vents because I go to sleep instantly. When I was awake, though, we saw some beautiful sights. We drove around the Dingle Peninsula, to the most westerly point in Europe, where the waves crash on the rocks just like they do in The Little Mermaid. It was beautiful, and amazing at the same time to realize that the only thing separating where we were from America was pure ocean. This is one example as to why traveling is so humbling to me.
We stayed in Ennis last night. We thought Killarney was dull on a Sunday night, but we hadn't experienced Ennis on a Monday. We have all realized how quickly our money runs out here, so we all decided to split a pizza and garlic bread, which cost a mere 4 euros for each of us. We all sat in a circle in the floor and had a fun "girl talk" session, ending with dancing the Macarena and the Cha Cha Slide. Finally, we descended upon Ennis. We went into what was supposed to be a happenin' place, and were the only people there. So, we sat at the bar and talked with Dave the bartender. Since I hated Guinness, I decided to try a "Baby Guinness" which was much more delicious than its namesake.
Today, we arrived in Galway - the city I've been most looking forward to. More to come on what happens in this college town!
Cheers,
Rachel
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