Day 3 in Ireland. Given that we were out late the night before, we ended up sleeping in and missed the boat out to the Aran islands – so we decided to take a day drive into Galway instead! Galway is a city I have heard a lot about – in songs and stories – so I was buzzed to see the place in person. Along with that, many people on the trip told us that Galway was a place we had to visit, and when we looked it up online, we found it had a large shopping street where we may find some nice souvenirs… so we went.
We did not like Galway. It was a big city… basically like going into Houston. You pay to park, it’s difficult getting around, there are a ton of people – it just isn’t the kind of vibe Andy and I go for. We are both small town people and had, up to this point, been enjoying the gorgeous landscape of the Irish countryside. Getting lost in the big city was not a welcomed change.
Despite that, we did have a few highlights. We did enjoy a lovely lunch where we both tried something new. I tried seafood chowder and Andy got a seafood plate with pate’ and smoked salmon. We found some nice souvenir items for our parents, and I got a beautiful bracelet that I absolutely cherish. We also visited the first original claddagh shop and saw the museum of how the claddagh was made… it also had a signed thank you letter from Maureen O’Hara thanking the designer for her claddagh ring. I am a big fan of Maureen O’Hara so this was an exciting discovery for me.
We also went to Butler’s chocolates – and who doesn’t love chocolates. I took a photo in front of the shop to show my family as my last name was originally Butler and I figured they would get a kick out of it.
We drove through an adorable town called Kinvarra on the way to Galway and I just loved it! It was a super cute little college town that had an adorable marina and even its own castle. They had a farmer’s market going on when we drove through, so we stopped and walked through it. I didn’t have cash on me or I would have purchased some of the lovely little handmade soaps.
On the drive back to Doolin, I was excited to see a sign marked Linanne’s Lobster Bar. I had read so much about that restaurant before our trip and I was dying to try their lobster roll. Andy, the best husband of all time, detoured so we could have dinner there. The prices were a bit high and they didn’t have the lobster roll on the menu due to it being dinner time in off-season, but my amazing husband green-lighted me ordering the expensive lobster dinner since I was so excited about trying the place. It was delicious and so fun figuring out how to eat the lobster claws. Andy turned into a little kid during the meal. He finished his food and was in my ear, whispering (not that quietly): “Come on babe, please, let me do it. I don’t have anything else to do. I don’t want to just sit here and watch you eat. Come on, please!” HA! He was determined to learn how to get all the meat of each lobster claw. He did excellent and it made for a fun, invigorating experience that ended the night on a beautiful note.
Side note: When you get married, your friends and family flood you with loads of advice and well-wishes. One such piece of advice we received was to be each other’s best friend and to laugh every day. Andy is the type of man that I will have absolutely no issue fulfilling this advice with – he is my best friend, through every kind of experience, and the crazy, goofy, perfect man finds a way to make me laugh and smile every single day of my life. We both got a little frustrated navigating Galway and the day wasn’t exactly what we had in mind overall, but sitting in that lovely lobster bar, laughing over our attempts to eat a pricey, buttery lobster claw, I would not have wanted that experience with any one else in the entire universe. He is my home – no matter where we are in the world.