Day 2 Classes

Day 2


With jet-lag waning and our group’s desire for “Celticity” on the increase, we shoveled blood-sausage and baked beans (an integral part of any proper Welsh breakfast) into our mouths before tackling day two of Celtic Studies. As Caroline detailed, we have been privileged enough to drink tea and rub elbows with the professors at Glyndwr University for two days. During the time, they have enlightened us on the culture of the Celts, largely focusing on their personal favorite—themselves. Admittedly, Americans are not the best with Geography or World Culture, but Glyndwr’s staff is making an indent in that stereotype— seventeen college students at a time.

I am sure that more than a few of us pre-trip associated Wales with seafaring mammals and Charles’s first, prettier wife. Now though, we can say “Ffarwlio” to those notions because I assure you we really are learning here!

We began today’s lessons with a brief introduction to the long-persecuted Welsh language. As of the last census, nearly a decade ago, the population consisted of approximately 20% Welsh speakers. That may seem a paltry amount, but since 1536 the language has struggled and managed to resist the Tudor’s persecution. Not bad, considering the U.K. has watched more than several languages fade into obscurity. I am happy to report that Welsh is making a comeback with Welsh primary schools and free lessons becoming the norm. Taking part in that comeback, our group enjoyed fumbling through the lisp-like pronunciations during our rendition of Welsh children songs.

Next, Professor Bolton happily dispelled the legends surrounding King Arthur. Although informative, it was similar to discovering that Santa is really your uncle in costume. Thanks in part to a Welshman though, the hyperboles and mysticism have survived, thanks Geoffrey of Monmouth!

The nifty information I shared about the history behind Wales was another part of the session, and last we learned about Welsh theatre. Similar to the charismatic storytelling that you might hear from your grandparents, storytelling is an art form in itself in Wales.

We ended the day with re-enactments of the famed Welsh legends The Mabinogion, much to the dismay of introverts. Half-starved and cold (we had removed our shoes and coats to decrease our inhibitions for our BAFTA worthy performances… no worries, we were indoors) we ended the night with a nice Italian meal.

(putting The Globe actors to shame)