So if there's one immediate thing I've picked up on it is the lies that the Irish love to tell. When we went on the walking tour of Galway, our guide (who I'm still convinced is a leprechaun) told about 8 stories that were immediately followed by "and there's not a bit of truth to dat." We're constantly being told our bus rides will be about an hour when in reality they take like 2 hours. Maybe their running on Cuban time? Hah.
We took a 3 hour bus ride yesterday to the Cliffs of Moher- indeed pure beauty.
However, the fact that we were told we couldn't talk on the bus bc we were too loud was annoying and the fact that we were told it'd be a 2 hour trip (there and back). This morning we headed off to Dublin. We stopped in a small town to eat lunch, were I had a sandwich that would be the equivalent to a panera sandwich back home. Once we arrived in Dublin, it was obvious. It is such a different place from Galway. Galway is a small town, and everyone was really nice. You could walk the majority of the town in about 10 to 20 minutes. The people socialized with us and when they asked where our next destination was, they warned us not to go into Dublin. And now I know why.
Dublin is a huge city, picture like a mini NYC. Galway is so much more natural and pure than the city life here. As we were waiting at a light, a local spit right on our bus, looked up at my friend and smiled at her. Obviously, they hate Americans. I may be judging way too early but who knows. Tomorrow we are planning on shopping and exploring the city. :)
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