To the Cliffs and Cocktails
It looked like the weather gods were smiling on us for our trip to the Cliffs of Moher. Three of us grabbed breakfast at the hotel while one of us grabbed a bit more sleep, and we were ready when the bus stopped right out front. We were the second group on the bus, which gave us full choice of seats for a quick spin around Galway back to Eyre Square. Our next groups filled up the bus completely and included a very large, extended American family several members of which were clearly hungover and others of which seemed to have just been to Galway just months earlier (weird) and a late arriving, non-English speaking group who got loudly scolded by the driver--who was very concerned about getting back by dark. Turned out that the couple who sat behind us were very much not in the happy-go-lucky Irish spirit and seemed about ready to break up--he was overheated and motion sick; she was over him. I thought about offering the guy behind us some of the "kwells" motion sickness med...