A most memorable weekend.
Galway, the boys, the booze, the fresh air, the green, and the greener.
I could just die there.
And as quoted by my cousin "Irish men just don'tage well."  HA!
First rainy day visiting kylemore abbey.  Brilliant, i tell you, even in the rain.  The fresh smells of rain on the green grasses, the victoria gardens doted with that naturey smell of rawness
Ze nightclub was the most memorable aspect.  Irish guys just have that undeniable charm, they know how to talk, how to mingle, to seduce you.  And most of all, they were gentle.  Not much grinding, more sweet words, and they actually introduced themselves.  And then they whisper sweet nothings in your ear. Ugh, unbelievable.
Even today just wandering around the Temple Bar area, two men approach us, "Wow I just love your american accent"  We were so taken back and we were like uhh thanks?  And they wanted to buy us drinks but we insisted the eurocup match was important and that they'd better get back to it. Haha. ;)
Cliffs of Mohr was breath-taking.  Nature, green, what could go wrong?