A Semester In Cork: Galway Trip

So I've been just as bad as this as Molly, except I have no reason because I'm not off traveling for 2 weeks!! Jealous, sounds aammmazing. Not complaining though. Life has been kinda hectic (in a good way) and just all over the place really. I went to Galway last Friday at 5PM and got back on Sunday at 7PM). Since then, I had the weekly mad rush to get my physics done by Tuesday night so that I could then go out. Of course, hadn't started it till Monday but as usual, it worked out fine and got it in. I left my place at 11:30 (last night - Tuesday) and met up with some friends. We went to Sober Lane Pub for about 10 minutes where a lot of drunken soccer players were. Didn't stay for very long and headed over to An Brog for the rest of the night (till about 1:30). It was ok. Night of awkward conversations w/ a french friend. But I did meet a cool American girl so something came out of that. It was us sitting and talking and feeling like 4th wheels to our other American friend and her Irish boy. Umm got home and thought it would be a good idea to watch the 7th episode of Desperate Housewives. Oh ya, did I mention, I'm addicted now?? So anywho, did that till about 2:30. I then lied in bed till about 3:30 unsuccesfully trying to fall asleep so I decided to text my roomate who was still out. She came home right around that time which was grand because I was awake, she was very drunk and it made for some great entertainment (including me pulling her pants off b/c she couldn't do it, me being told to stay awake so I could hear her story, being told to tell her what to do before she went to bed and the like). So, considering it was about 4 when I finally fell asleep, I decided, fuck getting up at 8 for Irish history and so therefore I slept. It was lovely. I should actually be doing physics right now before my Irish language class at 4. Going to trampoline after. Yayyy!! It's so fun. We did flips on Monday so I'm very excited for today and hopefully it won't be a let down.

Now, as to Galway. Yaa this is one of those long posts, sorry. It was ok. We left super late on Friday which I thought was dumb. We stopped at this dumb castle to take "night shots" as the german guy who runs the club kept repeating. Of course, most of us don't have the crazy suppet up cameras so those "night shots" were really just shit. The trip wasn't nearly as organized as the International Club one. When we got to Galway, we all went into town together but then all kinda branched off. It was just kinda boring and not very interesting. No one on the trip was really trying to meet others. It was basically groups of Spanish people, French people and German people. Kinda lame. Luckily, this time I knew 3 girls so we roomed together but at night 2 of the girls would go off on their own so me and Marie would stay together.

Saturday we took a bus tour of Connamara. It's an area, not a place as I found out. It's very baren and I thought it was ok. After Dingle, nothing really compares. Well, it's just different is what it is. Not as green I guess. So did that all day. Saturday night was fun. We went to a Pub and sat and hung out. Didn't have anything to drink. This really awesome DJ came so we decided to dance before we left. That was really fun too. We went to bed at about 12:30 and this is when the weirdness starts. We roomed w/ this Irish guy from Dublin and let me tell you, he was weird! He would just go off on tangents about nothing!! Like "If I stopped drinking and smoking, I think I would grow 10 centimeters." Ummm yaa I doubt it. He was doing some form of master in "planning" whatever that is. I mean he had interesting things to say about Ireland but there were just so many facts and random shit that really, I just wasn't really listening when he talked. So anywho, we're all sleeping and at about 2:30 he comes in, turns the light on and yells "Wake up french girls, it's time for a house party!!" So me, being asleep, assume it's 7:30 AM and that it's just time to get up. I say out loud "Well at least he didn't wake us up last night" to which someone proceeds to explain what is actually happening. Of course, he passes out in his bed w/ the light still on so Virginie goes up to turn it off. He then starts snoring insanely loudly to which Virginie yells "Ta guele!!!" super loud. Literally, it means "your mouth" but basically it's "shut the F**k up." He actually does shut up which was marvelous. Oh did I mention that the night before, he slept in like a speedo like underwear only? Yaaa that was great. Apparently that isn't weird here but umm I just think it's weird for a guy who is rooming w/ 4 girls and doesn't know any of them to do that. Maybe it had been boxers it woulda been a little better (or maybe worse, I'm not sure). In the US, most guys would at least keep their pants on. Well, cultural differences I guess. The thing that actually kinda bothered me about the trip is that we woul stop at random places for "photo opportunities" and I just hate taking pictures of random things when I don't even know what they are. I guess what was I expecting going w/ the photo soc? The organizers were also just kinda really socially awkward lol.

Ok last paragraph I swear. So Sunday we drove around the Buren. Another area. This was much cooler, I thought. There was about half a mile of huge limestone rocks all the way up to the coastline. Hard to explain. Look at the picture. But basically, we just ran along the rocks and screwed around. Super windy. We then drove to the Cliffs of Moher (pronounced More) which apart from Dingle, was the other thing I wanted to see before I left Ireland. The cliffs are sooo high it was kinda creeepy but fun and glad I got to go. So that is it. Going to Dublin for the day on Saturday for a regatta. More on that later.