We arrived in Dolgellau and found a quaint village.
I had envisioned our "farm stay" to be out in the countryside. As it turned out, it was just 1/4 mile from the center of town. Conveniently located - I could live that. Sadly, no horses on this farm. Just a name I couldn't pronounce (too many consonants), chickens, cows, cats and a dog (he looked like Jake - I miss my dog!).
During the night, a calf was born. Therefore, it was named Suzanne. Pretty cool, huh? Somewhere in the Welsh countryside my namesake is chewing on her cud.
Although some of my farm expectations weren't met, the beauty of Wales overrode any disappointment I may have felt. . .
. . . And with this amazing view to get me ready for the day, I was smitten with my first stay on a farm.
5 comments:
I love your photos of you pointing at the landscape or doing everyday things like get ready. Very cleaver. Miss you!
Jake really misses you too, Suzanne. He's been trying to dig his way over to wherever you are. But take comfort in the knowledge that the three Trigueros children pat his booty and call him "JakeySchmakeys" and "Who-who-new-new" about 37 times a day. Pobrecito Jake.
A real, live calf named after YOU? NO fair!
Suzanne,
Great Pictures of that little bit of Welsh heritage/dna that you have. Enjoy Italy!
dad
Wow!I can't belive that a calf got named after you!!!!!!!(no fair!)
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