hello all,

more pictures from another fabulous adventure. this last weekend I bundled up, and jumped on a bus with a couple of friends headed for galway. one very long sleepy busride later, we rolled out into a beautiful city and headed to the hostel, which turned out to be a little sketch, so i made up some story about us finding a place closer to the bus station to get our euros back from the crazy russian guy running the hostel and we went hotel hunting. now, mind you, there were five of us, so we left three people outside while two of us very responsible looking girls went into about 10 different hotels on a friday night to inquire whether they had any rooms open for friday and saterday night. we finally ofund one that was in our price range (split five ways it came down to about the same pice as the hostel, with the added benefit of doors that locked....) so we got our room key, went upstairs, pushed two twin beds together and threw some pillows on the floor and let in our cohorts through the back stairs, and hustled them into the bathroom when room service came with a whole bunch of extra blankets. (i'm not sure if you're not supposed to put 5 people in a double room or not but the intreigue was fun either way!) a glass of five dollar wine and really really bad irish mtv later, we curled up to the laughtrack of an irish slapstick comedy and went to bed.

early the next morning we rolled out to get on a bus / ferry to the aran islands. now, just to let you all know, i'm going to horribly butcher the names of all of the places we went to. my irish class has not kicked in enough for me to understand how to spell ANYTHING. it was a quick bus ride through rolling hills and endless miles of little stone walls, and a very rough and rowdy ferry crossing, i loved every minute. turns out that while some of my friends get a little green around the gills, i have sailor's blood in me, i stood out the back of the ship right by the rudder, sipped tea with one arm slung around a pole and watched the wake spray onboard. it was fabulous. see?

then we disembarked on this incredibly windy island called inis more.
We rushed aorund trying to find bathrooms, then caught a van tour around the island with a guy who grew up on the island as a crazy juvenile delinquent back when kids had to go to school to learn english. SO COOL. (this guy was about Sean's age by the way, not so dang long ago.) anyways, he drove us along all kind of pretties. the rest of the story will have to wait for a bit, because I am about to be late for class. poo. anyways, many more cool picutres later.. love!
~Jean~