May 21, 2006 @ 5:18 pm by sean
I went to St. David’s, Wales over the weekend.
It is officially the smallest city in the UK. Smaller than many towns, but it has a cathedral, so it is a city. In about 2 hours I saw about as much of the town as there was to see.
And I walk slowly.
I stayed at the youth hostel, and it was beauuutiful. Honestly, it was nicer than my house. Nicer than any hotel. Mainly because it was in an old stone barn, but completely country modern kitchen and bath facilities. It helped that the surroundings were gorgeous. It is seriously surrounded by pastures full of sheep, bovine, and horses. And one cannot hear vehicles. At night, all I heard was the ocean and a symphony of beeehs, and urrrrrrrrrrs, and a weird sound the baby horses were making. It was absolutely AMAZING. And, the first night I got there I put my stuff down, grabbed my bag of muslei, and went to the kitchen and began talking to Paul. Just like we had already known eachother. Then Hannah came in, and her friend Kendra. Kendra’s brother in law graduated from Judson, and Kendra’s church used to hold services at Judson before moving to St. Paul. And her family lives about five minutes from Judson off of Randall road.
And I met her at the St. David’s youth hostel near White Sands Bay, Wales. That is ridiculous. The Pistons are up by 5.
I did a lot of walking Saturday. I figure about 10-15 miles. But that included walking along a beautiful coast and through farmers fields. The path actually went through a field where if I did not close the gate behind me, many cows would have gotten out. Hardly any rain, which was a certain blessing from God. It poored Friday night. I had to pay bloody £40 for a taxi to the hostel because the train arrived after the last bus. I was only able to get the taxi because a worker at the station used his personal phone to phone me a taxi. And I forgot my passport so I figured that would cause problems. I also forgot the name of the road I had to walk to get to the hostel from St. David’s. And the hostel might have been closed by the time I got there.
But I learned earlier in the week not to care about things until they have arrived, because it may turn out no trouble is necessary.
I went to the architecture lecture with Kharlie on Thursday, and in the middle of it, it began to rain rather hard. The rain caused a distraction of people thinking they would have to walk home in it. I decided I would just pay attention to the lecture and see what happened when it ended.
When it ended the rain had already stoppped. The Pistons are up by 3.
So I arrived at the hostel a lot of money later, but no trouble. And the taxi driver taught me loads about Bruce Lee on the journey there.
The guy at the hostel did not need my passport. And the taxi took me straight there – no walking necessary.
I put my feet in the water on Saturday, it was cooooold.
Surfing is a big attraction at White Sands, but they wear wet suits. I saw a car leaving the beach with a University of Michigan sticker.
Walking Saturday night on a big hill a half a mile or so from anything, I found four horses just walking around. They are not fenced in, but their paths are everywhere and they have some hay, so apparantly that is where they are supposed to be. That is real free range.
I went to bed at 11 I was so nackered. And got up at 7:25. Working on the following the sun thing.
When I left today I had to catch a bus to catch a bus. When I went to catch the first one she told be the other bus changed it’s schedule so I missed it. But just in case she took me really fast to try and catch up to it. She went far beyond her route. She did not charge me. The Pistons are up by 3. We did not catch the other bus, but this lady was increeeadibly nice.
So in all, the Welsh are really nice, and they live in beautiful places. It was kind of harsh as far as pastures go, and not quite as soft as northern England and southern Scotland, but beautiful all the same. If you go to Wales, go there. And stay at the youth hostel. And walk. Everywhere.
I had to wait until today to find out the Pistons made it to game 7. It was a rather stressful ride home. 7.5 total travelling hours. I was tired. Some boys were not high on the obedience to their father scale. I was feeling down about my design abilities, or lack of. And now the Pistons are up by 2. And I am nervous.
I will be a senior next year and I have no mates to room with. I think that qualifies me for a ‘loser.’
Much must be done in 3 days. So much to keep me occupied I doubt the realization of leaving will be real.
The Pistons are up by 8.
‘Watching’ the game by watching the scores sucks.
The Pistons are up by 7.