After my driving fiasco on the first morning of my drive, I really thought I was in for it. Marde and I drove up and out of town a bit and then did some practicing. I pulled into an old parking lot and practiced starting and stopping, then we found a nice hill where I could practice the same again. From a driving perspective, the rest of the trip went on without a hitch. I still had the occasional stall, but it was less panicked. I got through several towns without losing any hair and I managed to pull into Belfast on the 3rd day in rush hour traffic without killing anyone or causing any major traffic jams.
Thankfully, this allowed us to really spend some time marveling at the amazing scenery that is Western Ireland.
After we left Galway, we headed west along the coast. The weather was beautiful and the scenery even more amazing. We drove past hundreds of houses all lined up nice and neat on the hillside and passed miles and miles of green luscious sloping hills. We drove up through a cute town called Oughterard and then onwards towards Clifden. We knew we were “close” to Kylemore and thought it would be nice to take a detour off to see the Kylemore Abbey. Turns out we weren’t as close as we thought and when I saw a sign saying to turn right for the Kylemore Abbey, we embarked on an hour long detour in a redundant loop we would pass again the next day.
On the way to the Abbey, we passed 
through miles and miles of untouched farmland. The scenery was beautiful and exactly what I pictured rural Ireland to feel like (only not as green – the one downside to the amazingly perfect weather I’ve had since I’ve been here). The roads were terrible – incredibly narrow and littered with potholes. We had to stop about every 50 yards or so to let sheep cross the road – many of which were apparently not aware that cars can kill them as they leaped gracefully in my direct path. After about 45 minutes of this weaving and stopping, we rounded the corner at the Abbey.
The Kylemore Abbey was absolutely spectacular. It’s a large Abbey that sits on this little lake with a rather large mountain behind it. The building was originally called Kylemore Castle and was a private residence before being handed over to some Benedictan nuns who fled Belgium during World War I. It has since been turned into an all-girl's boarding school run by the nuns, but Marde informed me that they will be shutting the school down at the end of this term. Not sure what will happen to the site after that.
After we had our fix at the Abbey, we turned right back around where we had come from and down towards Roundstone which we were told was a place we HAD to stop at. Unfortunately, I found it completely unremarkable so we breezed through, through Ballyconnelly and finally up to our destination for Day 1, Clifden.
Clifden is a modest town with not a lot seemingly going on. The hostel we were staying at was nice, cheap and has hot showers, so I was happy. After a cleanup and a walk around town, we settled at a pub called EJ King’s and watched a great American cover band before retiring relatively early.