Galway

At this moment I am in the lovely town (ok city) of Galway.
I am not kidding you...this city and this hostle are truly designed like a maze.
Let’s start with the city…ok, so first, the roads are literally about ten feed wide and full of people. On each side of these roads, there are probably lots of pubs which have seating outside. So when you walk down these mazelike streets you have to walk around people who are eating there dinner. This can be complicated during business hours…which means evening because pub are just like that. Add the fact that every street changes names every single block with the fact that the roads wind and have random cobble stones sticking out…and there you have the streets of Gallway…I really do love it though!
Secondly, this city is the first that we have entered that is a part of the Republic of Ireland (yes, and new country today folks! ) This means that we are now using euros…I just figured out pounds anis d now am back to a brand new currency to figure out. The the Indian man who was running the Irish Mexican restaurant (yes you read that right) would not stop laughing at me. By tomorrow I might understand it!
Also…this hostle is one of the cleanest and best staffed that we have used…but I literally have to go through 13 doors to get to my room (which is in the back of a short, narrow hall filled with slightly drunken men from assorted countries). I get a kick out of hostles. There are always interesting people and vastly different sound effects. The night before last, our hostle was on top of a pub, which meant that I fell asleep listening to loud people and music.
Speaking of hostels…here area few mini-hostel experiences for your enjoyment.
First hostel: we had a neighbor who thought that wearing pants was overrated. TMI for certain!
First hostel: our shower looked like a gas chamber….yikes…it was truly frightening!
First hostel: was asked about which bars were best by a student from france…I told him that KFC was good 
Second: We only had two keys to each room…therefore all of us were locked out at some point.
Third: there were dirty dishes in our room when we got there.
Fourth: this was the one with the crazy drunks outside
Fifth: the manager had a Farmville obsession
Sixth: here! We were just asked where one can find a good party…nmmm!
This is so great! I really do love the whole experience…it is just going by too fast!

Right now, I am listening to bagpipes out my window and am contemplating going to bed soon. The difficult aspect of cross cultural is the fact that there is ALWAYS something to do. So, taking time to rest is necessary, but nearly impossible to justify. I have found that I enjoy the things that I do far more if I try to not do too much.