Good Craic in Galway

For those wondering about how to pronounce the title, it's "Crack" just like the stuff touted on some NYC streets. Only here the word means "fun." Some people even greet eachother with expressions like "What's the Craic?" Try asking a NYC policeman of Irish origin next time you see one. They'll understand .... no really. Onwards to the post.
Goodbye Cork, Bonjour Galway. A much smaller town than Cork on the West coast of Ireland, Galway is a youthful place. With the large amounts of Universities in the area it seems all of the kids congregate either in the main park, Eyre Square or by the water. Yes water, because Galway is right on the Atlantic Ocean! At last we meet, on the other side.
The main river in town flows out into the bay leading to the ocean. All around here are little peninsular type formations which jut out into the water. Covered in grass they make great congregational spots for the areas youth. Though, there are no guardrails so one wonders exactly how many inebriated souls end up swimming by the end of the night.


If Cork had a few buskers than Galway is loaded to the teeth. From harpers to guitarists to drummers to fire dancers to an elderly Irishman who rants and plays the spoon by the James Joyce statue. Outside the main tourist area the place reminds me of an Irish Virginia Beach or Ocean City, Maryland.
Beach front property appears to be hot commodity with gray little houses filling winding lanes with a pub or two sprinkled in for good measure.
Surprisingly though, despite the high tourism, one was able to find complete silence by the water. You’ll find this post shorter than the rest as promised. Though it is mostly because I’m doing almost no touristy stuff and mostly just walking and playing guitar. Not to mention the barrage of amazing music I’ve just picked up from my great host in town Célia. J'ai pratiqué aussi mon français un peu, sorry George.

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