Wales is Real!

                                   

The bus ride was a little less than 5 hours, but I could have ridden for hours more, looking at the unbelievable greenness, the fascinating round-abouts that serve instead of stop sings, the tall and narrow white houses with many windows, the old men wearing newsboy hats and scarves, the ladies dressed up for grocery shopping, the dark stone houses, stone churches and stone walls, and the beautiful Welsh words on signs and stores.

Once off the National Express, we took a local coach.

I'm clumsy with my pounds and pence and public transportation, so I accidentally bought an extra ticket to Hendrefoelan Student Village! Still, her Majesty is smiling, and Joy and I arrived and got our keys.

It was spitting rain by that time, and some lads helped me find my room.

I feel very small here, and a little lost.

Pooh, on the other hand, is totally at home.

Thanks so much, everybody who told me goodbye, who gave me advice, who took me out or got me things for the trip, and who are praying for me!