Departing
Saturday, December 29, 2012
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Thursday, December 27, 2012
Galway... Guy
We woke up to an overcast day and hopped onto a tour bus that was arranged through the inn. Well the rain started and we though, “enough of the confusing Irish roads for today”. It was a good day to let the tour guide navigate the twisting mountain roads. We had quite a character for a driver.. cracking jokes, telling stories, and supplying us with historical facts for hours. We travelled to Cong, the town famous for the movie ‘The Quiet Man’, and stopped into a cafĂ© for cappuccino and scones (yep, I was seriously eating scones for ten days straight). Not a very long stop but we were able to take a few pics of church ruins and some colorful buildings in town. Looks like it would be a great place to spend a considerable amount of time. Through a mountain pass, we slowed down next to a field with a white
Up and down hills and valleys we travelled over rough and majestic terrain. We arrived at the famous Kylemore Abbey and it was a grand structure. It was set amongst the tall green trees and a lake filled with birds and swans.. Unfortunately I forgot an umbrella and the rain really came down. The walk from the amazing gardens to the castle and over to the neo-gothic chapel left us on the cold and wet side. It would have been nice to have had warmer weather and now we were beginning to understand why people were walking around with umbrellas and hoodies… note to self. After the arrival back in Galway , we jumped off the bus right down the street from the inn and walked very quietly through the cold rain. It seemed like this night was going to become somewhat of a wash… so to speak. A wind was blowing the cold rain off the ocean with good force. This was not walking around weather. We decided to drive down to the Salthill area which is right next to Claddagh (where the original Claddagh rings were made). Taking a guess, we found a gastropub called Oslo right by the sea. This minimal looking pub, with an outstanding beer selection, turned out to be a winner. The food was very good and the overhead music was Irish. After a few duck burgers and mash (yea, duck burgers) and a very fresh fish and chips we decided to have a pint. As I was sampling the local irish brews I struck up a conversation with the bartender and a fellow sitting by us. He actually turned out to work for Garda , Ireland ’s police force. Music, sports, and Irish ways of doing things were some of the topics of conversation We found out that certain last names were associated with certain counties. He also told us that he worked security on our President’s last visit.. lot’s of talk and ale. The bartender even played one of my songs through the pub’s system. We ended up closing the pub down and making a couple friends. A great night and a great end to our Galway visit.
Monday, December 17, 2012
The Burren & the rocky road to Galway
Down the road... and further down...and a few turns later... down a very small road we found the Burren Perfumery. It is a comfortable, scenic, and sweet smelling place in the middle of nowhere. Some scones (which I'm eating every day), fresh tea (handpicked), and scents in hand... we were off to Galway... or as I call it " The rocky road to Galway". The road was great and twisting surrounded by ruins of abbeys, towers, and walls. Once we entered the city, it took a bit of stressful driving to find The Bayberry House due to road construction and confusing signs and maps. We found something like an American WalMart down the road, with directions from the proprietors, where we could buy some Guinness and pharmaceuticals in the same run. I was able to do a bit of writing in the outdoor garden for a bit as well. Tom and Maeve were very accomodating and allowed us to charge up my now completely dead video camera. Tom suggested that we hit the Quay St. area so we took his advice. He even drove us over! We traversed the extremely busy college kid filled Saturday night crowd to eventually find an Italian place. Well, frozen margarita with cheddar might not be traditional, or I don't know what it is, but it was good in a strange way. Having enough of the crowded streets and filled pubs of Galway, we hired a taxi to a place, that according to our driver, we could find a seat and hear some great music. O'Connor's was like a trip back to Tombstone. Look this one up online to see what I'm talking about.It turned out to be really cool yet really packed... and yeah, the band was incredible. They were a three piece with acoustic guitar, stand up bass, and old piano, and some distortion on the vocals. They were laying down some rockabilly versions of popular songs and were easily the best band I've seen in the country. This being what it is, we left after another pint due to the time of night and gigantic crowd packed inside this room. It was back to the Inn for some Irish tele and some sleep...
Friday, December 14, 2012
Doolin IRE
The mist burned off the foggy mountains on this early morning in Killarney. Waking up and ready to get moving, we hopped onto the N22 and headed Limerick way. After many hills and rock lined turns we reached a town called Adare. We stopped into a very cool and still operational Catholic Church from the 1200's. As we peeked in the door to see this magnificent medieval structure, a group of red uniform clad school kids blessed themselves with Holy water and ran past us inside. It was a strange connection between antiquity and youth that pervades everyday life in Ireland. Again the rain came down as we jumped into a small cafe for some Irish coffee. Back on the road, we headed to Bunratty Castle which Louise suggested after this mornings breakfast. This 15th century structure was amazing. I've been wanting to physically see a castle since I was small and now I was standing in front of one. From the guard room to the dungeon, from the great hall to the chapel... Everything had been restored to bring a reality to the distant history that we learn in school. Down the steep stone steps we crept outside to the "folk park" which is a collection of historical Irish buildings and exhibits that displayed a time long past. We had a nice pint of Guinness and some warm soup inside their pub. We visited Irish Wolfhounds, chickens, pigs, and some ducks that decided to get very friendly with each other in the barnyard area. The gnarly old trees and numbers of black sqwaking birds almost seemed to know the story of the grounds from long ago. Very much worth the visit to the old fortress.
Rolling hills, stone fences, and green pastures surrounded us as we drove from Limerick to Doolin. We travelled to todays destination up and down slim winding roads with the sea in the background. The landscape became almost surreal as we approached town. We needed no map to find the Churchfield Inn as Doolin is a small former fishing village. We were greeted by Maeve the proprietor at the door to this country b&b. This place was grand and homey. After a short walk over a stone bridge we decided to step into McGann's for a pint and some supper. The peat fireplace was lit and our table was right next to it. You can't get more authentic than this. Again, this was a great locally sourced dinner of hamburgers and chips with a bit of a gourmet flare. The bacon on the locally raised beef burger was like nothing I've seen. Absolutely brilliant in its smokiness and resembling ham actually. Enough about food.... We traveled not more than half a block to a well known pub in Doolin called McDermott's. The young guys (teenagers) up on stage were really layin down some good ceili music! Really impressive for their age.... Or any other age. After a couple pints watching them traverse musical scales more than any jam band I met the lead singer up at the bar. He asked if I would like to get up and do a song. This was a great and unexpected treat in a place so well known for traditional Irish music. I'm not as technically skilled as the session players, nor do I know many of the songs but I through down a version of The Waterboys "Fisherman's Blues" with some flute accompaniment. I was a little rusty on the tune but the guys asked me if I'd like to do another... Hmmm... Ok. I didn't expect that either. "Is this what it is?" Is the first song that came to mind so I played a shortened acoustic version. This "mini-set" was great fun and was partially captured on a really poor cell phone recording. My Flip camera was out of juice.. Ugh. The previous day I met a music supporter from Chicago at our b&b. Funny who you meet in Ireland. Well, after a few more pints and listening to the locals at the bar we wrapped up the night and got ready to head home. The place seemed to be closing up and a peculiar drunk character was asking us if we could drop him off at his house... Well, no... That was not going to happen, but it was an interesting conversation all the same. He ended up traveling to the next pub that was open and we headed back to the room for some tele....
Rolling hills, stone fences, and green pastures surrounded us as we drove from Limerick to Doolin. We travelled to todays destination up and down slim winding roads with the sea in the background. The landscape became almost surreal as we approached town. We needed no map to find the Churchfield Inn as Doolin is a small former fishing village. We were greeted by Maeve the proprietor at the door to this country b&b. This place was grand and homey. After a short walk over a stone bridge we decided to step into McGann's for a pint and some supper. The peat fireplace was lit and our table was right next to it. You can't get more authentic than this. Again, this was a great locally sourced dinner of hamburgers and chips with a bit of a gourmet flare. The bacon on the locally raised beef burger was like nothing I've seen. Absolutely brilliant in its smokiness and resembling ham actually. Enough about food.... We traveled not more than half a block to a well known pub in Doolin called McDermott's. The young guys (teenagers) up on stage were really layin down some good ceili music! Really impressive for their age.... Or any other age. After a couple pints watching them traverse musical scales more than any jam band I met the lead singer up at the bar. He asked if I would like to get up and do a song. This was a great and unexpected treat in a place so well known for traditional Irish music. I'm not as technically skilled as the session players, nor do I know many of the songs but I through down a version of The Waterboys "Fisherman's Blues" with some flute accompaniment. I was a little rusty on the tune but the guys asked me if I'd like to do another... Hmmm... Ok. I didn't expect that either. "Is this what it is?" Is the first song that came to mind so I played a shortened acoustic version. This "mini-set" was great fun and was partially captured on a really poor cell phone recording. My Flip camera was out of juice.. Ugh. The previous day I met a music supporter from Chicago at our b&b. Funny who you meet in Ireland. Well, after a few more pints and listening to the locals at the bar we wrapped up the night and got ready to head home. The place seemed to be closing up and a peculiar drunk character was asking us if we could drop him off at his house... Well, no... That was not going to happen, but it was an interesting conversation all the same. He ended up traveling to the next pub that was open and we headed back to the room for some tele....
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