Staying in a 17trh Century farmhouse surrounded by mountains, green hills, sheep and utter silence (no cell or internet). I sit now in a library in a town founded by the Romans then the Welsh centuries ago where everyone around me speaks Welsh and when they hear my last name think \i should as well. My computer time is running out. When I return to the colonies, I shall post my pictures and some poems I have been writing. Wales does not to you–bring out the poetry, music, and conversations.