We arrived in Galway around midnight, after a whirlwind trip to Spain and a three-hour bus ride from Dublin. The sound of our suitcases rattling against the cobblestone streets sounded like gunshots in the quiet neighborhood where the bus station was, but as we passed into the main square towards our hotel, the noise from the bars began to drown out our little caravan. We checked into our hotel, right off Eyre Square, and collapsed in bed almost instantly. Before I closed my eyes, I told Matt how funny it was that this morning, we’d been lounging on a beach in Barcelona, and now we were sleeping next to a…