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Is the sun setting on Galway?
“I bet you all come from large families,” she said.
“I'm one of 10,” said the first Dublin woman. “I'm one of seven,” said another.
“I’m one of one,” said the third to great laughter.
There is something about Americans in Ireland. They bring the Irish out of themselves. The whole way to Dublin there was laughter, craic and even ceol as one of the Dublin women gave us “Molly Malone.”
Now try and imagine a similar scene on Amtrak or the Long Island Railroad, where strangers meet in their thousands every day. Not likely.
But it took the Yank from Galway Bay to break the ice, the innocence of her declaration that she was as Irish as them and her folks came from Galway Bay.
The Galway girl and her friends made sure a long trip from Ireland's western outpost to the capital city was full of fun and craic. They are hard to beat like that, the Irish.