Museum of Country Living

We stayed in a small town outside of Galway called Castlebar.  While Aleisha was resting her eyes in a completely darkened room, Mary and I went to see the castle.  You know, in Castlebar.  After some aimless driving, we stopped at a gas station curious as to the castle's location.  Here is how the conversation played out between myself and a local:

Me:  "Hi there, I hate to bother you (my opening line).  Can you tell me how to get to the castle please?
Local: "Castle?"
Me: "Yes, the castle."
Local: "Castle?"
Me: "Yes, can you tell me how to get to the castle, please?"
Local: "Castle?"
Me (slightly annoyed, highly entertained): "Yes, your town is called Castlebar.  I wonder if you could direct me to a castle, please.  THE castle."
Local: "Castle?  There's no castle here."
Me: stunned silence
Local:  "Hey, Clare, is there a castle here?"
Second Local: "Castle?"

I had to walk away.

A nice man outside had overheard my irritating conversation and told me that though it's a misnomer (there isn't actually a castle there), there is a charming museum just outside of town.  Would we like to go there?  Would we ever! 

(Looking back, I'm pretty sure I wore this red [ish] sweater during the entire trip.  Yikes.)