Embrace your Latin side with a trip to Galway

Going to college in Galway traumatised me, or rather, the weather did. All other memories of my year in the City of the Tribes have faded in the face of what seemed to me to be unrelenting rain, storms and more rain.
If Eskimos have more than 40 words for snow, the Irish must have more than 100 for rain, I would mutter darkly, making the daily crossing of the Salmon Weir bridge while being buffeted by gale force winds and battered by rain determined to saturate my very bones.