two years two months two days

I’m so angry I’m wasting yet another of already so many of my days off trying to come up with a definite plan for my next holiday in Wales (first, I was going to slowly travel northward before heading for Manchester and boarding a plane to London; then, I decided to fly to Anglesey and travel slowly back to the south instead; now, seeing just how long it’d take me to reach my first destination from the airport and just how expensive it’d be to spend a couple of nights, the first one literally just a night, there, I’m struggling to devise a plan… C) that I thought it’d be a good idea to give myself a break and focus on the marvellous music I’ve been listening to for the past couple of hours (no link? Suspense! lol). Last year, I spent most of my first weekend in Wales at Tafwyl, Cardiff’s annual Welsh arts and culture festival (yes, that came from its website ). It’s free, it’s family-friendly, there’s food, there’s music, you’re welcome if you’re a Welsh speaker and you’re ...

I’ve been trying to tidy up my bedroom for hours now, but these videos of dogs  (yes, this one understands Brazilian Portuguese - and is being scolded for fighting over his food), a Korean baby girl and the Obamas acting cute aren’t helping. Neither are the things I keep finding in boxes and bags from when I moved into the flat months ago, not only because I have no idea where to properly store them, but especially because they’re all so... entertaining, even the ones like a half-empty mini bottle of mouthwash (and, yes, here we find out my answer to one of the greatest questions of humankind: it is half-empty, my glass, or rather my bottle of mouthwash). One which reminded me of my not yet numerous holiday trips and impelled me to, well, come here and do some more babbling about Wales again. Yay. Let me see if I can find inspiration in the bag of leaflets I brought home last year. Memrise (thanks, Genia!) taught me the verb digwydd ,  which means 'to happen', an...