Galway, The Day I Started to Do Stuff

This is the view out my door-- let me reiterate: I have a third floor balcony in my hostile dorm!
I also have a bathroom, again, in my hostile dorm!


Now to the really important stuff. I woke up pretty late today, about 11:30 and got ready for the day, making a reservation for a tour of the Burren and the Cliffs of Moher for tomarrow. After I got all that squared away, I went to find food. I did. It was alright and pretty average for pub food, of which I've been eating a great deal. After Lunch I walked down to the Quays. It was magical. The river water moved swiftly at an almost violent pace. It seemed as if the fresh water could not wait to meet the sea for the first time, the sound of it's eagerness almost drowning out the nearby traffic. the sky was overcast and the wind blew ferociously. I wondered down the near side of the river enjoying the furtive cry of the seagulls and the fresh coastal wind on my face.

Once I'd seem my fill of that side I moved across the bridge, stopping to admire the view from the other side. Slowly as I was battle the winds, I made my way to the end of the pier. On my journey I encountered nearly tame swans and the happiest gulls I have every seen. The water in the bay was that deep indescribably grey, crshing against unseen rocks. Small boats sat in shallow alcoves, hulls touching the ground beneath them. at yet more seabirds fed off the rocking bottom. Actual palm trees danced to the rhythm of the wind as I took all this in with eager eyes.