Down By The Bay

Since I heard the phrase "Galway Bay", the above mentioned song has been in my head ever since. Not sure what that says about me. But that is a damn good song. Have you ever seen a whale with a polkadot tail?

Anway, never mind about the validation. After my last post, I went and talked to The Pants about my concerns. She was on her top bunk in the hostel in Belfast, reading an Agatha Christie novel and eating digestive biscuits. "Who cares?" she said amidst a mouthful. "We do what we want. Here," she said, shoving the packet in my face, "eat a digestive." And this is why I went traveling with my sister. She drives me mental most of the time, but every once in a while she says the right thing. And we love Galway. It's super hot and humid and everyone is out on patios drinking Guinness, or Diet Coke in our case. It's so relaxing here. J'adore!

We've also been practicing our French. It's pretty much a lost cause, but no matter. Je voudrais un chocolat chaud, s'il vous plait. D'accord? C'est vrai! Ma soeur, quelle dommage! Or something like that, anyway. Perhaps I'll get some pictures up whilst in Galway.

Slainte!