The Galway street market is open all year round on Saturdays and Sundays rain or shine. Vendors peddling fresh produce, bread, jewelry, and art prints line the street outside St. Nicholas’ Church in little tents.
While I waited in line for the most heavenly-looking breakfast sandwiches I’ve ever seen, I struck up a conversation with the boy standing in line behind me. His name was Eamon (doesn’t get much more Irish than that), and he was an American exchange student from Vermont. We talked, and he quickly invited me over to his apartment that night to drink wine with him and his roommates. I was shocked by the invitation because we quite literally had just met, but I was charmed by his intrepidity, so I said yes. I was so happy with my breakfast sandwich and my party invitation that I practically floated the two-kilometer walk back to my apartment.
Eamon and all his roommates (I think there are 5) are from the University of Vermont. Two Italian international students who live below them were surprised at how loud the get-together got. One of them said, “I am surprised to find out that Americans are louder than Italians!”
Halfway through the night, Eamon stood by the kitchen toaster and made everyone peanut butter and honey sandwiches with the honey he bought from the street market. He said the only reason he bought it was because the boy selling it at the stand was so cute and that he needed to use it all up this week so he could go back and buy more next Saturday.
Classes start tomorrow and they meet far less often than classes at Villanova. I think I’ll need to rent or buy a guitar soon. I already miss playing.
Necromancer Walking 