“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.” ~Juliet, Romeo & Juliet II, ii, 1-2
OK…..it might be as sweet, but it wouldn’t be known as the town with the L-O-N-G-E-S-T town name. A Welsh town known as Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwyll-llantysiliogogogoch. Yes, it’s a real name and a real place. And I guess that poor little Welsh schoolchildren have to learn how to spell it, hopefully in high school or college. 😉
Learning things like this makes me happy. Have a wonderful Monday, Lisa
We were due to leave Ireland after our first glorious three weeks in the country. We had reservations on Stena’s ferry out of Dun Laoghaire into Holyhead Wales at some unspeakable hour before daybreak. Arranging with our bed and breakfast hostess for a taxi at around 4:30 AM, we set our travel alarm and fell into bed. At 5:00 o’clock, we were awakened to frantic knocking on our door, and a voice whispering, “Your taxi is out there; he’s been waiting.” We desperately jumped out of bed, threw our belongings into suitcases, and gave up any hope of showers or other waking-up mechanisms. Our taxi driver gave us the appropriate amount of a hard time tempered with a lot of laughter, and by the time we reached the ferry, we were awake enough to enjoy the sea and the journey. But in the back of my mind, I thought that maybe we just should have stayed in Ireland. 🙂 This theme continued on our second trip to Ireland, but that is a story for tomorrow….
Quick poll…how do you feel about the end of a vacation/holiday?