A Brief Note About Galway

Corrib River

On the furthest western edge of Europe, on the western coast of Ireland, is a city called Galway. The River Corrib flows through the city into the Atlantic, and Galway is crisscrossed with bridges and waterways. Although it seems to be far-removed from most of European activity, an isolated region of an isolated country, Galway is exceptionally cosmopolitan, with roots as a trading network and a social junction during the seventeenth century. Galway merchants sailed to Italy with Irish wool, and returned with goods from the Mediterranean, including fine wines and art. Maritime commerce was, and still is, a central part of life here.

Galway

Today, it reminds me of my hometown, Flagstaff. The National University of Ireland, Galway, brings in new students and faculty, and with them ideas, to the city. There is a flourishing art scene here, which includes the Galway Film Fleadh, the Arts Festival, and a farmer’s market every Saturday. But more like Flagstaff, it is a point between destinations. Flagstaff is on Route 66 and in addition sees about a hundred trains pass through each day, it is a stopping point for many people; similarly, Galway is a coastal trading city where travelers, ideas, cuisine, and cultures converge. Both cities are driven by university life and academic patronage, whose dispensation is evident in artistic displays, festivals, and even graffiti. In fact, I have seen more graffiti in Galway than my own town. Graffiti

Medium-sized, quirky communities can be found anywhere, I think. They act like cities and small towns at the same time. They are twilight cities on the edge of the new and the old. For a writer, these are the best places, because they tend to be the strangest, in my experience. Places like Boulder, Missoula, Flagstaff, and even Galway on the edge of the Atlantic, are in my opinion the most authentic, appealing communities in the world.

-jk

4 thoughts on “A Brief Note About Galway

  1. Dan

    The final picture reminded me of a fun experience I had a couple of weeks ago. Exploring some sights on foot in the center of the city I first noticed that there were police congregating at different points along the square. With heightened awareness I continued up the square where I found more police and a very large group of protestors congregating for a march. I cut across the street and continued on my way. The clamor they made was so loud my interest peaked and I found myself positioned exactly where this protest march had stopped to set on fire a paper painting of the U.S flag. Being former military I had to still myself on the edge of the street not ten feet away. As the flames licked the protester’s hand he dropped the fake flag to snuff out the fires with his feet. Forgotten the flag lay there for a moment so I stepped into the throng of Palestinians to retrieve it. Right before I did a protester picked it up, carrying it to the trash. Following, I plucked it from the dumpster to the dismay of some in the group. Calmly I ended my walk about town so I could take the flag to my place where I flattened it out and then rolled it up to bring home. I too very much enjoy the European places that are not quite towns, nor cities. Great vivid description of a place I must see on some other trip in the future. Thank you for sharing…

    Dan Foster

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    1. jkeeneshort Post author

      In Ireland, I’ve noticed a lot of support for Palestine, particularly during recent events, because many Irish identify with them as victims of a colonialism or a police state (from their perspective, at least). One of my professors described his childhood in Northern Ireland in the 1980s and how common it was to fight, abuse, or mock the police there, which I found unsettling but understood as a cultural difference; there’s a lot to take in. And thank you for reading, Dan. I’m glad you enjoyed it.

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