Dunguaire Castle

today started out raining harder than i've ever seen it, but it cleared up! it was a miracle! sunny stop in kinvarra (dillon/dylan disappeared to the early house. no hangover cure like more beer. this is ireland.), dunguaire castle (if you walk counter-clockwise around the castle without speaking and make a wish, it'll come true), galway city again. got so mad at a certain norwegian in the crew (she needs to put her two cents, her 'superior european knowledge,' into literally every conversation. it's so aggravating) so linds and i broke off from the group and got claddagh rings. we're not of irish heritage but it's a nice token of the semester here, and getting it with a great friend adds to its meaning i think. the hands are for friendship, the heart is for love, and loyalty from the crown above (or something like that)