eptivity

Once upon a time, a very long time ago (September), Stephan and I went to Wales for the weekend. It was a Big Deal that included buying a tent, packing our car full of way more stuff than should be necessary for a one-night trip, and a last-minute library stop to figure out where we were actually going.

We drove across all of Wales and happened to make a pit stop in lovely Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch (longest officially recognized place name in the UK and one of the longest in the world).

On to South Stack Lighthouse, located on a wee island off the coast of Holy Island, off the coast of the Isle of Anglesey, off the coast of Wales, which happens to be on an island off the coast of Europe.

Pop Quiz: Match the pictures below to their location and date:

1. Wales, September 2008
2. Maui, November 2006

It was here that we had an important lesson in Welsh, when Stephan decided that “Clogwyn!” meant “Danger!” and proceeded to shout it at me whenever he thought I was getting too close to the edge. (On further investigation, we’re pretty sure it means “cliff,” so though technically incorrect, it was equally applicable.)

The next day we climbed up to the top of Glyder Fawr, which at 999 meters is one of Wales’ highest “mountains.” An excellent hike, all except for that one part when (note to Amy and others with eye-related squeamishness: maybe just skip directly to the photo) a bug kamikazed into Stephan’s personal eyeball, and having left all our mirrors at home due to a tragic lack of cosmetic foresight, I got to remove it for him with my personal finger(s). Ah, love. And desensitization via contact lens use.

Once again, better/more pictures will only become available upon increased harassment of Stephan.