Turning 28 + Halloween in Galway

Turning 28 + Halloween in Galway

Twenty-eight. 28. It just looks weird. So did 26 and 27. Somehow, after 25, they started to melt together. With these "late-20s," I haven't anticipated each individual age, (16! 17...was almost 18! 18! 19 was almost 20 which was almost 21!) so when a new one comes around, it's like, "Huh, we're back here again already?" Time, you old coot.

Apparently when you turn 28 your start using words like "coot."

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Irish pool has too-small balls, and other adroit observations.

Irish pool has too-small balls, and other adroit observations.

The Irish do a lot of things their own way; phrasing ("Runners" are sneakers, you have "loads" of something instead of a lot, "having a laugh" means kidding, a "press" is a cabinet), scheduling ("Irish time" is a commonly heard phrase to note general tardiness, such as that of the bus). This weekend I can add to my list of these discoveries: Irish "pool." The balls are small(er) and are two solid colors instead of stripes and solids and don't have any numbers on them; the table is half the size of standard billiards and the rules seem to favor Irish players if you happen to be a non-Irish player. (Or so it seemed after a few drinks.) Needless to say, Team America lost miserably this last Saturday evening in a small bar the only bar in Letterfrack, in Connemara, a national park north of Galway.

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My new roommates like to play 'Power Rangers' and often have Nutella on their cheeks

My new roommates like to play 'Power Rangers' and often have Nutella on their cheeks

My new roommates are 3-year-olds, twins and go by the names of Nathan ("Nate-dog") and Dylan; they enjoy Rugby Tots, tricycle-riding, sword-fighting in something called "Power Ranger mode," wrestling each other and lollipops; also, they would like everyone to know they do not eat vegetables, thankyouverymuch. Their mom Niamh, (pronounced "Neeve") is a wonderful woman who loves her boys but is definitely long over due for an extended spa weekend; their dad, Conor, works for the provincial rugby team and travels more often than not. The family's home just outside of Galway is roomy and welcoming; my bedroom is big and comfortable, and the kitchen is stocked with things like doughnut-shaped biscuits (cookies) and breaded fish fingers. Traces of 2.5-ft. tall humans exist throughout the suburban home; handprints of varying colors, dribbles, artwork, and two of every toy.

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Galway, Ireland: Students, spiders and a shortage of best friends with red hair

Galway, Ireland: Students, spiders and a shortage of best friends with red hair

I'm in Galway and there are small spiders on the ceiling in my bedroom. At first I thought they were spiders, but they stayed in one place for so long and are so tiny they almost looked like small holes/cracks in the ceiling. Later, one crack had changed locations. Upon closer examination, it was confirmed: There are small spiders on the ceiling in my bedroom.

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Irish Arrival: Pretty good 'craic' and yes, there was Guinness

Irish Arrival: Pretty good 'craic' and yes, there was Guinness

Greetings from my very cute Airbnb room! It's a cozy spot, right on the River Liffey that flows through the city from the Irish Sea. My host, Liam, is super kind, and laid out a very nice assortment of breakfast items for me; I went for the Traditional Irish stone-ground wholewheat bread with some Traditional Irish red currant fruit preserves. I don't know if Liam just purchases Traditional Irish Products for his hostees, for an authentic effect, or if people are just generally really into their Traditional Irish Products around here. 

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