That means "I'm home" in Welsh. The language is a bit crazy, at least to this American.
I successfully managed the bus, train, tube, and plane to get home. As someone who has a fear of public transportation, I'm rather proud of myself.
The last bit of my trip went really well. I met some very interesting people. It's always fun to hang out with a bunch of people who all have different accents. Two of the guys (one from northern England, the other from Ireland) were having a conversation that I think was about soccer, but I seriously didn't understand anything they said. Most the time I did know what they were saying, though, so it was fun.
And I went horseback riding! Yay! I contacted the people on Saturday and they wanted me to go on Tuesday, which I could do. It rained all day Sunday, was really nice Monday, and rained most of Tuesday. I did, however, manage to find the time on Tuesday that happened to not be raining. We rode through some of the Snowdonia hills. I love that the region is called Snowdonia. It sounds like a place in a fantasy novel. There are even legends of dragons! I love a good dragon tale.
I didn't get any pictures of the actual riding because I occasionally don't think through these things. I only thought, "I don't need my phone," and then completely forgot to take my camera with me.
Just picture lots of sheep, hills, and clouds. And some railroad action. And me trying not to fall off an English saddle while riding a slow slow horse.
I'm home now. I can run to the store and pick up my pictures at any time (though I'm thinking I'll wait until after rush hour). After sorting through them, I ended up with 500 pictures. We'll see if they all end up in the scrapbook.
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