horses

well
galway is a beautiful city, but when you are feeling sick and tired, it isn't the first place you want to be. i enjoyed beautiful irish trad music in taafe's pub after a walk to the beach and journaling at sunset. oh ireland. thank you for good weather.

i listened for quite sometime because the woman who picked me up and brought me to galway allowed me to stay at her house and her and her family made me feel very welcomed. she is 23 with a 34 year old husband, 15 year old stepdaughter, and 6 year old biological daughter. they are from brazil and are loads of fun. i stayed in all of yesterday and last evening after helping julia with her homework we talked and i played music for them - mbira and piano...but i dont play the piano. they took 30 minutes of home movies of me playing! i taught julia how to cartwheel and we did other acrobalance on the living room floor.

weder, the husband, who is gentle, and very earnest told me that he thinks obama can change the world, but he hopes he doesn't mess up because the good name of all black people will be destroyed and white people will find another reason to hate them. people in irelund keep up with the politics in america - as do the rest of the world it seems, because it directly effects them. yay superpower.

so this morning i caught a ride in with lilly, and she ended up not just taking me to cong, but to westport itself and i walked 4 km to croagh patrick, explored the beaches and delapidated abbey, and made friends with two horses. one of which wiped its runny nose on me. i only have another minute here, but i am doing well and am very pleased to have met such wonderful people.

and i am even more pleased that emilie will be joining me soon, and that i will be seeing tara in no time.

buona fortuna
sairuh