Mollys, Markets, Medievals, Men of God

This is my half of my room in the apartment. There is a Sufjan poster to the right (taped over an ugly picture and frame that are bolted to the wall... we are not aloud to hang anything on the walls). To the left is the other Molly's half and a window.



On Saturday a couple of friends and I got up early and headed downtown for the weekly market. This is the area of the market where I procured fresh fruits and veggies and the farmers called me "love". Notice the gent's hat in the front.


On Saturday afternoon I went to a historical lecture and on a historical tour of Galway City. This is a big Cathedral that is important to something somehow and has some significance. It is right by the school, so maybe if I pass it enough I'll figure it out.



Something that I DID learn about is that Galway was an architecturally sweet city in Medieval times (pronounced "Med-I-eval"), but most of it was later covered in plaster because the rain came down so hard that they feared that the walls would leak. So there are these beautiful old stone buildings covered with plaster and paint. The very smart author and historian who was our lecturer and tour guide said that if he were in charge of the city, he we chip it all off.

The rain was too hard.
Medieval walls were plastered
and never the same.




This describes a lot of Galway. The water moves PRETTY quickly (Karver, I was trying to make a guestamenation of what class rapid it would be. I decided it's the class that you don't want to fall in.). Eels swim down the river and salmon swim up it. The water is very clean, especially for running through the middle of a city.


Oh, you know, these are just some men at a party in a pub in the middle of the day. Yes, they are dressed like various men of God. A theme party, maybe. Yes, they did see a large group of Americans and come outside to yell and sing at us and invite us in. Their song of choice was O Come all Ye Faithful. Clever, I know.




Speaking of men of God, today I went to church, a tiny Methodist church downtown. I left my apartment at 10:10 for an 11:00 service, which turned out to be at 11:30, but really started at 11:45. But all of that was cool. I was just happy that I actually found the church at all (I'm not really known for my sense of direction) and was happy to hang out by myslef in downtown Galway for a bit. I saw lots of backpackers.

I really liked the church. The sanctuary was full (about 40 people) and half of the people there were African, including the preacher. I knew that I would like the church when we began with singing Psalm 134 to an African beat. It the same psalm we often sing at camp DeSoto.


Behold, bless ye the LORD, all ye servants of the LORD,
which by night stand in the house of the LORD.
Lift up your hands in the sanctuary, and bless the LORD.