7th April 2013

Yesterday I was out for the day on Galway city. On my way up shop street I passed by a hen party singing a song about whiskey and being pirates and a group of french tourists blowing bubbles in the street. Some people were dumbfounded, amazed at how bohemian the whole place was. I barely blinked, that's what I love about having grown up in a house like the one I did and visiting Galway as much as I can. It's almost like becoming desensitized to violence, I was desensitized to the bohemian way of life in Galway city.

I sat then in Erye Square with my mother and we watched as a young man practising perhaps for a street performance or circus show did back flips off the concret steps and jumped around, free running across the square. 

People sat laughing with their friends drinking cheap cider, Polish beers, Kopperberg and bulmers on the steps.

A group of homeless people sat int he middle of the square singing Roxanne by the police and playing bongos.... Amid swigs from a cheap bottle of cider.

It is a pity to see people who are homeless but they were happy and the best things was people sang along with them.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3T1c7GkzRQQ

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Later that night

I just watched a video of a man called Louis Cole travelling around the UK in a double decker bus and he was in Edinburgh. My dad is from there and after 8 years we visited it earlier this year...

Tonight we found out my aunty who lives there has had a heart attack and is in intensive care.

I cried watching the city and recognising different places. It's amazing how large a part of who you are a place can be.