Adam: "Who does America support...

...Jen, or Angelina?"

To which the response was twofold. Erin: "Jen." Alice: "ADAM!"

We were entertaining ourselves in the magazine section of the local Spar covenience store, because there was really nothing else to do and we were trying to spend some time before going to dinner at (oh! the excitement!) the only place open, the local open-late Greek-run gyros-kebabs-hamburgers-pizza place. It has been raining on and off almost all of our long weekend, negating the possibility of long rambles and making life generally wet and unpleasant.

Even the pubs have been low-energy and somewhat dull, although when we showed up at the Castle Green on Saturday night the television was playing selections from Sesiwn Fawr Dolgellau. I think I may have seen us standing at the front of the Euros Childs set-- I certainly saw the arm-waving Welshmen behind us. The Patagonions showed up soon afterwards, having been to a party to celebrate the anniversary of the colonists leaving for Patagonia. They were each placed at a different table at the banquet, thus ensuring that they would speak Welsh. All this gave Silvia a terrible headache, so she showed up at the tavarn complaining "Fy mhen wedi torri-- Fy mhen wedi 'pouf!'" (My head has broken--my head has gone "pouf"!) and ordering me to speak to her in Spanish.

There is, however, always some silver lining on miserable and rainy days. Just when Erin and I* thought that we were going to have to shoot ourselves for the sake of some excitement,** we decided to brave the rain and make our way to the Student Union Pub, which would provide, at the very least, a change of scene. This resulted in being stuck under an overhang with a trio of young classicists on their way to the opening reception for their two-week classics intensive. Two of them, both from McGill, decided to be fashionably late to their reception and came along with us. (Confidential to Larry, who will ask anyway: the cute one is also a creative writer who has been accepted to University of Iowa). This means something very important: NEW PEOPLE TO TALK TO.

My Welsh, however, is in a state of atrophy. I don't know what it will sound like when I run into the Aberystwyth kids later today, but I'm not looking forward to it.***

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*Kat's father is in town, so at least she has something to do.
** This is an exaggeration. There are no handguns in this country.
*** Looking forward to seeing them, yes. Looking forward to James chastising me for not speaking Welsh, no.