It was a Sunday's morning. I got up early and went around to the outer of Galway City. I even can't call it a city but town. I walked along the River Corrib with an intent to visit National University of Ireland Galway (NUI Galway).
I went past a bridge and found a cathedral, Galway Cathedral, was standing just in front of me. It's so huge. Until now, I can't tell which is the cathedral and which is the church. But anyway, it's huge and beautiful enough to impress me. It was near 9 o'clock. People from everywhere went into the cathedral. It seemed there would be a mass. A woman stood in the entrance and greeted to everybody. I, a young lady with Asian face and hung a huge camera, peeped through the glass of the entrance with fear. I don't know much about gods, but I know people should respect them.
Finally, I got enough courage to walk in. No one stopped me. Inside the cathedral, I saw many colored glass paintings, about gods. I've no idea about them at all. But they have a kind of power to make me peaceful. I think it's really great that people can have a place to make themselves peaceful. And I also think so when I visited other churches or cathedrals the next days.
I left after the mass started. While I was going out the entrance, an old man was just coming in. He smiled to me and said "how are you"?
I started to like Ireland exactly from that moment.
I have heard that people from those regions (the European countries but outside the European continent) are quite polite. Also some Swedish old people. And I think in Europe, lots of towns are called cities no matter how small we think they are. So, probably some misunderstading between the language during our English learning years.
ReplyDeleteOh, I see. There was a city wall in Galway. Maybe if a place has a city wall, we can call it a CITY.
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