Day 2: We've arrived in Shannon, the plane ride was full of Irish flight attendants, an actual in flight meal, green upholstery, crying babies and absolutely no sleeping. It was interesting to see both a sunset and sunrise in the same 6 hour flight.

Driving has been the most nerve wracking thing I have ever experienced in my life thus far… The roads barely fit 2 cars across and the locals all drive 80km ph toward you careening around little corners nearly forcing us off the road. The first B & B is a nice neon blue house in Quin which is south of Ennis.

After a long restless night, we awake for our second morning of our trip. In an effort to dry her hair, Meghan managed to blow up both of our power converters. Breakfast was a traditional served by our gracious hostess Denise. There were other Americans (possibly Pennsylvania) staying in the B&B with us. After check out, we drove North to Galway and moseyed about the city for a few hours. We have found 2 music stores so far and both have had mandolins. Im thinking I might try to find a nice one actually made here in Ireland. I think my favorite thing to see so far is the lumpy grass meadows full of free range surrounded by loose grey stone hedges, along with the bright blue sky that is full of beautiful, large clouds. The cities have been a bit much for us, but driving through the country side has been most excellent. The parking garage in Galway was almost too small to walk in let alone drive in.

We pulled into theCastleview B&B in Oranmore and asked for vacancies, the nice lady Patricia Collins informed us that she had no rooms left, but she knew someone that did. She phoned up the street and told the lady that we were coming. Next thinkg we knew, Mrs. Collins is in her car doing her "good deed of the day" zooming through roundabouts at 60mph after telling us to "keep after" her. We followed Mrs. Collins to the Ashbrook House where we met Mary Noone who was very friendly and helpful and mapped us a route through the North of Galway.

The Route was beautiful, tons of wonderful mountains and meadows, along with the stone hedges, crazy locals and "killer sheep".

We got a bit lost after we missed a turn directed by Mrs. Noone. We ended up in a small rocky coastal village at the southern end of the Connemara where all of the signs, shops, and pubs were in Gaelic, luckily we found our way back, but the small village was most picturesque and lovely.

By the time we got back to the B&B it was late. Mrs Noone offered to drive us into Oranmore if we wanted to go out for some drinks, but we agreed that we were all too tired.