Nora Roberts's Travelogue of Ireland:
Galway—September 6, 2004
We take a vacation from our vacation on Sunday, and just hang around. I get in a good workout and we both have a lovely swim--where I see the whitest white man in existence. He all but glowed.
We have a nice dinner down at the club beside a family whose daughter was married yesterday. They had the reception here, and we'd seen the aftermath of it as we'd wandered through the lower level of the hotel. It must have been stunning. There's a little boy in the group who's tired and cranky and pretty as an angel, and his baby sister who gets passed from arm to arm as dinner progresses.
Today we take ourselves off to see the churches and round tower just over into Galway. We always go here, it's such a wonderful spot. Old, old, with the little church built in the 12th century to replace the original wooden structure, there's the remnants of a cathedral, another church, a stone house, and the well-preserved round tower.
Graveyards and cows all around. Many Flahertys in the graveyard. I don't know what the cows might be named. They weren't saying. It's gloomy, layered gray clouds, just a bit breezy. I can see a few spots of blue trying to spread, but it's the sort of place that looks fabulous in gloomy weather. Around the tower rooks circle and call. It's perfect.
The sun comes out on the drive back, and it warms considerably. We pack and organize ourselves as we've an early flight in the morning. We may stroll around a bit, then we'll have dinner in the main restaurant.
Earlier this week, I watched a butterfly flutter in through the window down there, and dance among the crystal chandeliers. It's a nice image to take away.
Nora
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