aran view and jugglers

I checked into the Aran View and immediately wandered outside to take pictures. I believe I have taken close to an additional 600 photos ontop of what you have already seen since I last posted pictures up. The staff was friendly and I tried to eat dinner. I ordered a scrumptious pasta with white wine sauce and vegetables, but I could only eat a few bites. I was sorry to waste so much money on a delicious dinner and yet could not eat a thing. The games were not playing on the telly so I devoted my time to trying to learn some italian and read more Vasari. I was very happy to hear from my father during this whole ordeal and that he has taken an interest in reading Frank's books. I just wished I could share Italian shoes as my mum and I are not at home to disturb him from his reading, but I told him to read Black Blood instead.

Doolin is a sleepy town filled with hostels, bed and breakfasts and other resteraunts that do not open until the evening. Actually to be honest, I would retire in the evening and go to sleep before the town actually wakes up. They open around 9:30pm to play traditional music and drink till the wee hours in the morning. I would then walk around deserted streets in the morning taking pictures and feel a cold shiver down my spine as the biting wind took hold of my bones.

On the second day, I would buy a scarf, potpourri and other tidbits in preperation of going to the cliffs of moher. I even bought a sweater with a hood and a took at the Cliffs visitor centre. I had learned to rely mostly on my hotel and gift shops for my 'survival' since other people usually take just cash. I was surprised when the lady in Doolin that morning had told me there was nothing to see at the Cliffs but one very short lookout that would take only five minuites to see.

It was only when I was waiting for the bus that I came across a young man from Hamburg (God, I am not spelling this properly) Germany who was on his way to a juggling festival.