Spaghetti Road to Galway

The fun continues here in Ireland as we “manhandle” the sharp turns of spaghetti roads on our journey from Carrick to Galway. Galway is a bohemian coastal town where James goes to college. On the drive west we stopped to take some shots at an old cemetery. Some gravestones had odd fishtank-like domes with whimsical religious panoramas inside them (note: whenever that day comes, Eric would like his grave fishtank-panorama-free, since algae seems to gunk up the scene quite quickly). After the cemetery we drove through downtown Galway and decided to park in a lot to grab dinner. Unfortunately, public parking in Galway seems to close at 7, so we had to get back into the car and drive to James’s dormitory to find a long term space. Once there, we got out to ask James’s roommate if it was okay to borrow his space for a few hours. Fortunately, James's roommate, Niall, is darn cute, so we felt obliged to barge in on his instant white rice and popcorn chicken student dinner to snap some stills of the Ping-Pong table in the dining room, laptop lying in the backyard, and Niall playing his guitar in the midst of all the four-boy-house post-apocalyptic chaos. This trip JJ has been filming and had the opportunity to shoot his first “music video.” After bombarding the boys’ evening (completely uninvited, of course), we hit up a chic Italian restaurant called Milano’s, which came highly recommended by the workers at Foot Locker, where we briefly stopped to see the advert photos of our friend Dave Reynolds. Eric ate a gelato chocolate cake desert we coined “Hiroshima,” which made him walk like a penguin all the way back to our parking spot at James’s. Driving on the left really burns the calories, after all.