3. The Wacko Episode

Kim and I went to Galway’s ‘Quays’ that night. When we finally made it to our room, one of those things happened for which one has got to love sleeping in hostels and sharing rooms with perfect strangers. I was taking off my contact lenses at the feeble light that Kim had turned on forContinue reading “3. The Wacko Episode”

2. Night and Day in Galway

During that short November west-east coast journey across my beloved Emerald Island, we only spent one full day in what I call the “real” Galway. The town is small and magnificently surrounded by nature. It is very tempting to plan a trip to one of the Aran Islands or to Connemara, or to the Cliffs of Moher. AndContinue reading “2. Night and Day in Galway”

1. A Piece of Connemara

Galway. Out into the fresh air. I left Kim putting on her make-up and went to search the streets for some coffee to help us both brighten up and greet the morning. And a particularly inviting one it was, with all that bluish sky stretching above our heads to a far-away horizon. The sun loomedContinue reading “1. A Piece of Connemara”

Deromanticizing Rome

I went to Italy, scene of ancient battles, gladiators and perverted pleasures – so delightfully reproduced in movies and TV series (if you think “Rome”, there sure is a lot of reproduction going on) – four days after the 4-0 defeat of the Italian football team by the Spaniards (remember, Russell Crowe in “The Gladiator”Continue reading “Deromanticizing Rome”