The bar next to my hostel, whatdyaknow!
So I left Galway quite early this morning - before the 7 slumbering men awoke - and took a bus to Sligo, north of Galway. I traveled through the Rosscommon area, which I believe is where the Cullen roots are (my mom's side). I like Sligo better than Galway. It is still a larger city, but it has a better feel. All the museums are free, which is great. W.B. Yeats hails from Sligo, so he is everywhere. I checked out the Yeats Society exhibit and some art galleries. I didn't dig the art. In fact, one exhibit was just a bunch of scribblings in black ink on paper - in one room just right on the wall in the corner. I looked around the room in which they were displayed and thought it was such a waste of great space (hardwood floors/fireplace).
Anyway, there is an abbey here and mountains off in the distance, so I will do some more exploring this afternoon. More importantly I'm trying to figure out where I'm staying the next two days in Donegal
. The days are running together and before I realized it, it's a weekend when things get booked.
Oh, some news from the homefront. Apparently my absence from the pub quiz team was felt at the pub quiz this last week. I carried them all the way to 2nd place before I left and they slipped to 7th...OK, just being silly but I miss you guys! Keep up the good work!
Well, off to dig up some grub. I've mostly gone to markets/grocery stores to eat (lots of peelable fruits and crackers/cheese/peanut butter). It is a lot cheaper and you can eat on the go (plus I haven't gotten used to dining alone yet). I believe they are trying to cut down on the number of plastic bags floating around in the wind because you have to pay a bag levy at the markets here, only about 20 cents.