I spent yesterday dropping in and out of coffee shops and pubs – relaxing, drinking coffee, writing emails, reading, and basically enjoying a day of accomplishing nothing. Starting next week, I’ll also be working days at Ard Bia’s Cafe. Until then, I don’t work most evenings until six or seven. So, my days are spent in coffee shops around Galway. Working in the service industry undoubtedly results in you having a strange schedule.

Speaking of work, I remembered a story I wanted to share with you all. I worked last Saturday day at Nimmos for a party we were having upstairs – a group of 35 celebrating a 25th wedding anniversary. I work with a lady who speaks nearly perfect English, she just has a heavy French accent. Right as the group was sitting down, Geraldine told me she wanted me to describe the menu to the group because of her accent.

What?!

While I have no problem speaking in front of groups, this fact changes when I’m describing a menu that I’m still learning – babaganoush, grilled halloumi, confit fennel, etc. Lets just say these weren’t common things I discussed in my work at Telefund for four years.

“Geraldine,” I said, “I really think it’d be better for you to describe everything – even with your accent – I’m still learning the menu!”

Nope. It went okay, but I wasn’t exactly excited. Funny enough, when I finished, a man in the party said, “In English now, please.”

I decided yesterday evening I was going to go for a walk around Galway and take pictures of the city. I ended up walking to the bay. I decided to take a quick video …