On Wales in General

I have basically established I need to spend the rest of my life travelling.
For ever and ever.

New York was pretty fantastic.  But here's the thing - Britain, and Europe although I didn't cross the channel, is just so neat.  There are things that you see on tv, or read in a book, and it doesn't quite strike you that people actually say and do that until you're there.  For exampe - the phrase "all right".  It's a greeting.
I love it.  And people do actually say 'chap'.
This isn't all Wales - some of these observations are from the two hours spent near Paddington station.

The main thing, though, was the history.  There's so much old stuff there, I guess they're just used to it, but it doens't really strike you until you're there that this actually happened.  I saw about four or five castles, Roman ruins, but I can't even begin to take in what it would be like to be standing at Versailles, or go to the remnants of a concentration camp.  I only use these examples because they've been drilled into my mind by Social Studies.

And it was the same thing with art - I'm a lover of the French Impressionism era.  I saw a Van Gogh, and I'm still not really registering that he was an actual man, but it kind of struck me that these things aren't just google images or chapters in a textbook.

Maybe I'm crazy, but I want to go back.  And I want to go everywhere, because it really is different, and the same in so many ways, but there is so much in this world, and I want to see it all.

One advantage of living in this century.  Airplanes.