Today we went to Caernafon and Criccieth and a slate mine in Tecwyn's hometown. I don't remember its name. The travel there was beautiful with mountain backdrops, mountain-climbing sheep, the Cardigan Bay and Irish Sea, the forests, the people, the architecture. There's so much that we saw that I can't remember it all.
And that's the problem. It was an overload of images. I can't process all of them. I can hardly sort through my mental photographs and bring up Caernfon instead of Criccieth. I can't track when I saw this mountain in the distance and when I saw it with a sea in front. I don't know which had mountains and which had slate. And we were rushed at times. I think others might've enjoyed the pace but I would've skipped the slate mine so we could enjoy the Caernafon castle more or the town there or the view from Criccieth.
I went through and snapped a hundred photographs from every angle I could manage, but those don't mean much. I want to find a single spot there and just burn it into my brain. I like sitting in the park, looking at the same general setting for hours. I think we only spent an hour plus the movie at Caernafon and maybe thirty minutes plus the time to get ice cream at Criccieth. And the slate mines didn't interest me much. I think I was too burnt out by then to take in any more information. It was interesting to see how they did it and the marks it left and how long it took and I felt bad for the workers. But I just couldn't take any more and my mind wandered.
And I don't blame Tecwyn (the program director) for any of this. He's great but students have limited attention that more often gets paid to friends than history and surroundings so if we stayed too long, we'd just waste time chatting. And Tecwyn wants us to get acquainted with the culture. He's not expecting us to marry it. So the brief visits are like a sample I guess.
When I got back I basically crammed the mental images in the medulla oblongota or wherever is furthest back in my memory. Then I hoped I took decent photos so I could still remember it.
And that's the problem. It was an overload of images. I can't process all of them. I can hardly sort through my mental photographs and bring up Caernfon instead of Criccieth. I can't track when I saw this mountain in the distance and when I saw it with a sea in front. I don't know which had mountains and which had slate. And we were rushed at times. I think others might've enjoyed the pace but I would've skipped the slate mine so we could enjoy the Caernafon castle more or the town there or the view from Criccieth.
I went through and snapped a hundred photographs from every angle I could manage, but those don't mean much. I want to find a single spot there and just burn it into my brain. I like sitting in the park, looking at the same general setting for hours. I think we only spent an hour plus the movie at Caernafon and maybe thirty minutes plus the time to get ice cream at Criccieth. And the slate mines didn't interest me much. I think I was too burnt out by then to take in any more information. It was interesting to see how they did it and the marks it left and how long it took and I felt bad for the workers. But I just couldn't take any more and my mind wandered.
And I don't blame Tecwyn (the program director) for any of this. He's great but students have limited attention that more often gets paid to friends than history and surroundings so if we stayed too long, we'd just waste time chatting. And Tecwyn wants us to get acquainted with the culture. He's not expecting us to marry it. So the brief visits are like a sample I guess.
When I got back I basically crammed the mental images in the medulla oblongota or wherever is furthest back in my memory. Then I hoped I took decent photos so I could still remember it.
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