Wondering why I’m listening to Cotton Eyed-joe in a cafe in Galway…it’s a pretty strange experience! I remember dancing to this song when I was young, people being raucous and rowdy and lots of movement all round. Here, there’s none o’ that. Lots of chatter in Irish voices except the one beside me who’s also on his phone, reading news or about his favorite sports teams. This is not a new experience for me. Except that everyone has a different accent to mine. D is never talkative off the clock unless we’re at the bar with other people. And I’m always wishing he were. But it’s ok here, his silent way is helpful for my observing nature.
I see so many people who look just like they could be at home in San Francisco too. But they’re here, at home or visiting, in Galway, Ireland.
There’s a lady with a big, fluffy black coat, beanie and sunglasses across the room from us, sipping her drink, some espresso no doubt; I can’t tell if she’s old or young she’s so covered by her trappings.
There are students on their laptops, studying or playing around. And ladies yapping over their coffees. And I’m just an American in Galway…haven’t seen anything but this cafe and the train station. The few pubs surrounding it are of course, as you’d expect, plentiful. But they serve food, people don’t drink like you’d think here in Ireland. I think it’s only the young people who party much and usually in foreign places like America, when they’re visiting on J1 visas.
We’ve come to see the town and yet we’re sitting in this quaint cafe, listening to the full version of The Prince Of Bell Air…
Well, I don’t like to be cold, ever. But at least when it’s cold I can bundle up, I can’t take my skin off when I’m hot. Haha…I’m good at telling bad jokes eh? I’m a bookworm who loves Lord of the Rings and A Song of Ice and Fire. I’m definitely a literature major… I may fantasize about being Mrs. Darcy and a world-class chef, but I’m ok at baking at least. I think I whip up a pretty good apple pie. I like to have friends over, but I rarely party at home… I don’t find it respectful to be loud and obnoxious when everyone else isn’t in a fun, exuberant mood.
I am pretty quiet in general. I can be shy, but I try to fake not being shy; my parents always quoted, “Fake it ’til you make it” to me when I was little. I don’t really know what quirks I have…though I’m sure I have them…I am not a perfectionist by any means, though I am a bit of a writing tutor. However, some might say grammar Nazi… I’m not really sure who I am at this point, I will be 22 next week, I love all kinds of music–especially classic rock–but I’m a country girl at heart, deep down I know I should be driving a Chevy truck, not a Honda accord, but the mpg is just sooooo much better for a broke college girl. I’m probably the quintessential confused American girl….I love all things European, and I wish I were already fluent in German and French….I like to turn the heater on when it gets below 60 inside; I’m always freezing for some reason….and I will get songs stuck in your head….
Anything else you’d like to know? I feel like I bared my soul to a complete stranger, but I’m sometimes a writer…I guess that’s what we do….
Also, I like to dance and eat all kinds of different food; my faves are Mexican, Indian, and Thai (pad Thai to be specific). I’ve been in Merced for four years, but I’m originally from Sacramento….I prefer things that have value…price doesn’t matter unless the product or experience doesn’t merit the expense….I would also prefer to shop locally, but sometimes there are things you can’t get locally…and I’m ok with that too.