Quay St. in Galway
The hostel.
Jana, post our Friday night excursion.
Where Jana felt like she belonged.
This is where we headed on Saturday.
Videography.
Stopped at an old monastic site on the way to the Cliffs.
Apparently the monks would hide in this tower during times of trouble.
Mikaela pondering how the monks would have gotten into the tower....maybe they were very tall monks?
First one to come up with a good phallus joke wins a prize.
On the southern side of The Burren.
A stone wall, keeping in...stones. Or maybe it was keeping them out. Hard to say.
Some town we stopped in.
More of the town.
The Cliffs.
Don't do this. I think. It's puzzling, most of the 'Don't Do' signs had a red bar through them, this one did not. Maybe it means, 'Be Careful When You Do This' ?
Don't step on the grass to play with the seagulls.
Don't do step aerobics.
The least heeded sign in the world.
The gift shop. It was closed, and looked like a hobbit residence.
The Burren.
Drivin'
The scene of the first lynching. Some guy, named Lynch, (mayor of Galway, or something) hung his son here, after his son killed a Spaniard. And that, children, is where we get the term 'lynching' from.
Full Irish breakfast.
Empty Irish breakfast.
Jana Drivin'.
Cows in Connemara.
The windy road to the national park.
Inside the park.
Ponies. There were signs that said 'Do not interfere with the ponies.' Which made me wonder what the ponies were planning.
Jana, trying to interfere with the pony. The pony showing her how he really feels about her.
Walkway!
Rock!
Grass!
Pondering the sheep.
Jana, trying to catch a baby sheep. Also known as a 'lamb'.
Jana, having no success.
An abbey.
The oldest bar in all of Ireland (and the world, I think)- apparently it was founded in 900AD. I don't think the sign has been there that long.
It narrowly edged out 'Steve's Bar & Medieval Grill'.
