Hurry Hurry

Gah! I am going home so soon! At least, thats how it feels like even though I have two weeks left. But when I am talking about internet access, I only have two days left. Unless I go to an internet cafe in Tenby, I will not have any sort of internet until August 7th, next week Friday. And that will be for one night, as the next day we go to Snowdonia, where there will be no chance of internet.

The day we get back from that I will be frantically packing to get all of my things together as my plane leaves the next day at 6:10 in the morning. Which means that we will have to leave around 3 in the morning to get to the airport on time. I will be exhausted when I get home.

Okay, to finish catching up. Monday was a lot of fun. Not only did the weather cooperate, something to appreciate greatly as I have already learned on this trip, we were able to go as an entire family to St. Faggans, a super cool place. It has a castle that is intact for the most part and some rooms were completely furnished.

There were beautiful gardens that reflect what it would have looked like in the early 1800's (I think). The rest of the extensive grounds had houses from across the centuries that have been moved stone by stone so that they look like what they would have how ever many years before.

There were these strip of terraced (row) houses that had the furnishings of different years about 40 years apart. There was a 1850 house, 1890, 1918, and 1950. And I am only slightly sure that those are the right dates, so give or take 10 years.

There were several churches, stores, and farm houses. It was really fun poking around and getting a glimpse of what life was like back in the day. The only thing that was a replica was a Celtic village. Johnny, it looks just like Asterix's village! That was really cool. It even smelled all smoky and a bit sour. I cannot believe what people could get done, especially when it comes to all of these buildings, without the help of machinery. The giant castles that I have been seeing were all created stone by a time. Crazy.

Tuesday we (me, my aunt, cousins) went to my older cousin's stammer/stutter group and were planning on going to a castle but the weather was icky enough that we did not want to. So we went home with a stop at Starbucks on the way.

Of course, my uncle prodded us to go to the castle so we went anyways later that day and braved the wet and cold. It was super windy. I think that I spent less time at that castle then at any other. Surprise surprise.

I think something else happened, but these days blend a bit together if I do not write them down in time.

Wednesday was a sleep-in day. Super lovely. I slept in till 10, and did not even notice when my younger cousin sneaked into my room (cough cough the study) to play runescape. I love sleeping. Which explains why it is almost 1 in the morning and I am still up.... oops. I watched the boys while my aunt went out in the afternoon, and then my older cousin had a doctors appointment. It was going to be a day where I stayed indoors all day until my uncle came home and whisked me and my younger cousin to the Gower.

I have heard loads about the Gower, mostly people telling me to go there and that there are few beaches across the world that are better. Remember the woman I met in the cafe in Swansea? She waxed about the beauty of the Gower and said that in all of her wordly travels she has not seen anything so beautiful. It was pretty amazing.

The sun was on the process of its descent and the tide was out. I have some really good photos as well as some really bad ones, but those are going to have to wait. If I have some time tomorrow before we go on the train, I will try to post them. Walking down to the beach involved a nice walk down a huge hill/cliff. The beach that we were on was not the beach beach that was all nice and sandy. We were at the part that was all seashells and rock. Beautiful. My trigger finger agreed and I took a little over 150 pictures. Hee hee. I have edited down a bit though, so do not worry.

We stayed at the Gower for 3 and a half hours, late enough that it was eat quick and straight to bed for my cousin. At least we had a pasty (better then the ones in the UP. Hah.) to tide us over. Yum yum meat and potatoes. And its po-tay-toes, not po-tah-toes. Grr. All of these people talk funny. They say garage silly-ly. Like saying garbage without the b. Of course, I sound even more strange.

Thursday (today! I have caught up!) was nice, if a bit stressful. I think the boys have been indoors a bit to much lately, not that the weather has allowed for outdoor activities, and so they were very very very wound up. I am so glad that I have only one brother and not two. We went to the stammer group again and this time played cards while we waited for the group to be over. Old maid, crazy 8's, and snap were all taught to me. I reminded my Aunt how to play rummy 500, and I taught them Ethan's Magical Conquest game, otherwise known as Egyptian rat slap.

We then went to another castle, Laugharne, pronounced "Larn". See! Funny pronunciations. I got to see Dylan Thomas's boathouse and have a cream tea. Yum.

This evening I was able to go back to the house that we had the barbecue at a while ago and take photos of the garden. Hahaha. Another 127 photos. But I already edited it down to 67! And then we came back to get ready to pack. Eek! Its late. Gotta go to bed. Well, post again maybe tomorrow, but most likely next week. I will make rough drafts so I do not forget what happened though.

Adios!