Today's plan was to go to Fleadh Nua, a music festival in Ennis. I saw a couple jam sessions, but thanks to last night's dinner consisting entirely of chocolate, I wasn't feeling very good. Instead, I decided to go back to the Burren and see the parts I'd missed the day before.
Like discovering I didn't need to take a plane back to Boston.
Or see a home that's under siege by sheep.
I also practiced my Vanna White skills at Poulnabrone Dolmen, a megalithic tomb. I asked a nice Frenchman to take my picture for this one.
Near lunch time I discovered flapjacks. My fellow Americans may believe flapjacks to be pancakes, but in Ireland the term is used to describe a super yummy oatbar which is sometimes found topped with a layer of chocolate. I'm going to look into flapjack recipes when I'm home, and I'll make sure to post the recipes I like best.
In the evening I head back toward Galway and the Salthills for dinner, and I couldn't stop laughing when I saw the Prom Hotel. Look closely and you'll see that there is no hotel beyond the facade. Me thinks I smell a trap.
Oh and can I just tell you the beaches in Galway are GORGEOUS!!!