General Gratitute

Many thanks to Jo for driving us to her rented cottage in Tregaron for dinner and serving us the first real and vegetable-filled meal we've had in weeks.

One of the many charming facts about Wales is the naming of houses--some houses have numbers, but they all have names. Jo lives in "Ty Gwyn Bach," The "Little White House." It is indeed small, white, and charming.

In other news, we stopped in at our favorite pub this evening and made plans for the weekend with some of our classmates.

James (Translated from the Welsh): You. You are coming with us (pointing at himself, Erin, and Kat), and Phil, and Jo, to the music festival in North Wales.
Alice: There wasn't a question mark at the end of that sentence, was there?
James (Translated): Absolutely not.
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Alice: How long will we be gone?
James (Translated): We'll be back on Sunday. Don't worry, there's a Catholic church in the town.

So we're leaving for the festival tomorrow. I'm excited. Pictures and report to follow, but it should be good. Jo, who is a music major doing traditional Celtic music, had already recommended the trip, so I'm glad I've found a way to go.

Oh, and as you can tell from the above dialogue, my comprehension is far superior to my speaking ability.