my mother has reminded me that if forgot to mention a minor panic attack i had on the bus to cardiff, during which i full expected to vomit all over myself, and, as it was a severely cramped space, would have been quite unfortunate for anyone in my near vicinity. i noticed brian shifting further and further away from me in his seat next to me. i could not have been happier to exit a vehicle.
and it rained. a lot. while we were in wales. the only time it did not rain was our day at treco bay. thank the good lord. so...our first night and only night there was miserable one could say. although oddly fitting, considering the whole weekend. see, there were two of us with umbrellas and three of us without. and it was quite cold. i fortunately had a scarf that made me look a bit muslim, but kept my head dry while the rest of me was cold. brian and kelline, however, were not quite so lucky. i do not recall the last time i saw someone look quite that pathetic. but we stayed strong. brian thanked me for being positive. i think i was desperate. but we found a wonderful pub there in cardiff, called the cottage and stayed there playing connect four and MASH for about two hours to try to warm ourselves up. then played CLUEDO (british clue) and pool at the hostel. we called it an early night around midnight but probably only got two to three hours sleep each max. thanks to the raucous nature of the hostel. the walls were literally shaking with people pounding up and down the stairs from the time we laid down until about 5 30 in the morning. i am not exaggerating. and at one point, a man burst into our room (we were not the only ones in there mind you) shouted something and then laughed and left again.
so it was quite the hostel experience. this should explain the extreme exhaustion that is evident in the pictures from wales i will post as soon as i can.
so...yes...there were some miserable bits. but really, it was a great experience. i do not regret it one bit. viva la wales.
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You would think that I would feel better after talking to you this morning for a while, listening to you and Dad, and the sister thing between you and Sarah.
Funny how it doesn't seem to work that way.
I came here because you said you blogged in response to my comment on the last blog. I am overwhelmed missing you, you missing stuff here, and mommy things like you need to get more sleep, stay dry, stay in better hostels, and stuff like that. On Monday, I was talking to Aunt Lori and she called to my attention that there was a horror movie called The Hostel. I think I could have done without that information.
I want you to have and make the most of this opportunity and these experiences but I can't help but worry about you getting run down - more so than most, you know? Instead, you run full blast out and plan social events for any time you aren't bouncing around Europe.
So, no more talk about teaching in Africa for a while ok?
Really, Katie Belle, I miss you so much it hurts like a big big ball that's growing inside me.
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