Yesterday I bummed around town, coffee shops, harry potter at the cinema, and having a pint while watching the races on TV. Mostly just trying to keep out of the full day of rain, I captured a couple shots around town, one is the automatic toilets... which isn't very interesting I suppose but it felt like I was in star wars in that thing with the automatic doors and all the giant LED light buttons.
It was a slow day, and I spent lunch at at tributary to the corrib where there is a café built on the waters edge. At one point it was so bad out that the swans were being blown across the water faster than they could swim.
I went out with Susan, Caroline, Marie, Anne-Marie(all pictured in that order), and several other people that came & went through the night; brian & Carmel, and one other girl who I didn't get the name of. This is a picture of us on Quay Street trying to get through the business and decide where to go for dancing.
Oh, and we switched pubs for a bit to see Tara at the townhouse (pictured). I also snapped a few shots of Quay Street, despite the endless rain all day it was still packed outside.
Random shots of the street at night:
We went to the Spanish Arch hotel to do some dancing but it was too busy to hardly move, so we had some drinks and then went back to Marie’s house when it closed. It poured so bad that on the way we had to stop at the door of Jury’s Inn(pictured). Marie had a great music selection, and by great I mean that it was 90% of things I own & love listening to: Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Mirah, Pogues etc etc. She destroyed me in chess due to a queen being lost early, and I fell asleep on her couch for a bit before going home (pictured). Antics apparently ensued with my camera(pictured with silly faces & all), apparently i passed out in the spot i had been playing chess at directly on Susan and proceeded to snore so loud that no one could talk. I awoke to a taxi waiting for me. I awoke this morning to realize my camera was still at Marie's, but there were some chess pieces accidently taken home which needed returned to her, a queen & a pawn.
Marie had been asking me why I like Galway so much, I wasn't able to formulate much at the time as I was minutes from passing out as shown. It's fair to say I'm in no way in love with the town. I guess there is just something that draws you to each different city you like. Boston I love for a good city to live & work in, in general. Paris, best city on earth, really no reason to ask why. Cleveland, I loved my friends from college. New York, great place, good friends & so much to do, but no where I could see me staying long. Galway is some combination of all of those, its the friendliness (more so even) of the midwest, the cafe life of paris, friends easily to be found, the small town atmosphere of PA, the environmental beauty of Scotland, and still the excitement & fun to be had like New York to a reasonable extent. Still with those reasons alone, I don't think that is any reasonable defense for why someone should want to go through all the hard work to move there... thats simply what I like about it.
Tropic of Cancer ends as such:
The sun is setting. I feel this river flowing through me - its past, its ancient soil, the changing climate. The hills gently girdle it about: its course is fixed.
