Today we ventured down the cow path and into town. As we started to exit the hobbit hole, we paused as two very large black cows stormed down the “road” with their humans herding them into the adjacent field. So, exactly what do we do if we encounter this type of situation again but we are driving? Scream and brace for impact probably. Luckily, we swerved around any oncoming traffic and made it safely into the town of Galway, very photogenic and historic.
After maneuvering into the always tiny parking spaces in the garage (our Audi is larger than most cars here), we wandered the streets where pubs and shops welcomed us. First stop was for an Americano as there is only a hot water pot for tea in our cottage and no coffee except instant Nescafe available. Caffeine headache averted, we found the shops to be charming and loaded with nice things for presents to others and ourselves.
The best by far was the “My Shop…granny likes it” (www.myshopgranny.com) that had a curated assortment of all things Irish and cool, not touristy crap. I immediately was drawn to an amazing chunky necklace made with blue and yellow stones. Had. To. Have. It. After chatting with the shop owner and her adorable schnauzer, Purdy, the shop dog, we also got a great pillow cover, which I collect from our travels and tea towels featuring an abstract print of the charming Galway row houses and another boldly proclaims an old Irish saying, “FECK IT…sure IT’S GRAND” Okay.
Always ask the locals where they eat to get the best places. Rona O’Reilly recommended a funky place just down the lane called Bite Club which had free WiFi, played disco tunes and had great food. Ryan and Paddy took care of us and we chatted. Ryan was mad at Paddy because he had saved his money and was off to America to visit any and all relatives he could find from coast to coast. Paddy mixed me up a mean craft cocktail, Elderberry Bourbon Fizz, served in a crystal punch cup. Delightful! After singing along with Donna Summers and posting some blogs on the internet (the hobbit hole is without tv/internet), we were off for more browsing and shopping before braving the drive home via cow path. If the driving over here wasn’t so nuts, we’d be back at the Bite Club in the evening when it turns into a 1980’s discotheque. Groovy.
There is great street parking by the marina. The spots in the garage are tiny and hard to park in so go for the roomier spaces outside.