We went to Wales today. Brooke, Maddee, and I got on the train at 7:37 this morning. I accidentally dropped my chocolate croissant on the ground right before I got on the train, but I was hungry, so I ate that thing. I'm not dead or anything telling like that. I have decided I would like to travel by first class train with a view of English countryside everywhere. I would love to travel to Baylor by train, to Austin by train, to Dallas by train, all with a view of English sheep and free tea and biscuits in my tummy. And biscuits that are actually cookies. Not the biscuity kind of biscuits.
We eventually got to Cardiff. We got lost, and headed the entirely opposite direction of that which we intended. However, this let us see some pretty nifty parts of the city. It's so clean! There were street cleaners everywhere to make sure it was so. There were flower trees. I know, you may be thinking of a tree with blossoms or something like that. No. A metal tree with scores of huge arrangements of flowers hanging down from the "branches." The UK just has flowers everywhere. You can buy flowers at every gas station, train station, tube station, and street corner. Sorry, I know you were hoping for a nice tricolon with a repetition of station, but there are just that many flower stands that I can't contain in it in grammatical parallelism.
There was a little girl playing an accordion. Not extremely well, and she only used the piano looking part, but she did let us know when we had walked full circle. Welsh kids may be more adorable than British kids. There was a carousel in the middle of the street, and only one little girl was riding with her parents watching. She was in one of the tea cups, and was spinning herself as fast as she possibly could, wildly giggling like a super villain who had just formulated her plan. That tea cup could be her vehicle of destruction of the world.
We walked by a hair salon. A lady came out of it with her white hair perfectly poised for stardom. I complimented it as she walked past it. She laughed and told me in her really cool accent that she hadn't gotten it done today, laughed again and walked on.
We eventually found the tourist information center. They found out the directions while I bought sheep poo paper. I'm just not very good with directions, so my plan on this trip so far has been to stick with people who know how to figure it out, entertain them with my wit, and perhaps they'll let me stay.
You have got to know that Cardiff smells wonderfully. We saw seagulls and felt the tiniest drops of rain every so often, but the temperature never got outside of a perfect breeze that freshened our touristy legs.
We got on a bus and went to the Dr. Who exhibit. I was giving Maddee a massage as she sat in front of me. Some random dude sat next to her, and I accidentally brushed him with my massaging hands. I got a weird look.
Dr. Who was pretty sweet. So, I don't really know much about Dr. Who, by the way. I have seen about 4 or 5 episodes each with different group settings. But it was still really freaking sweet looking. There were strobe lights and projections of the tv episode that each nick nack or outfit was from. The BBC may not be so great with special effects, but all of the costumes were super neat and told a story of their own.
I got a few gifts on the way out for my friends that have let me know that they are hardcore Dr. Who fans. I think my pile and my presence somehow made the checkout lady think I was a super hardcore fan. She took about five minutes to launch into a discussion about the differences between the 10th and 11th doctor, and how Matt's character seemed more disjointed because of the conflicting inner inspiration and outer instructions from the director. I did a lot of nodding and agreeing, trying to see how far I could go. I had only seen one of the three episodes she asked if I had seen, but it didn't seem to phase her at all. Thank you, Webbons, for letting me watch the one about Venice and vampires while I stayed at your house.
So, trip to Wales was a success. We then ate at a Mexican restaurant across the parking lot because we couldn't figure out how to get across the street. I got quesadillas, but they had potatoes and saffron in them. Super weird. But that's what I get for going to a Mexican restaurant in Wales.
When we walked back into Christ Church, the bells were ringing like in the wedding in the Sound of Music and the little boy has the time of his life jumping up and down on the ropes. You guessed right! There was a wedding. And a high class one. Every woman over the age of forty wore ridiculously huge hats. And the groom wore a kilt. Hence, it was classy.
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