In a pub down the road from the village of Criccieth
in Wales, the farmers looked me over suspiciously
until I opened my mouth and ordered a beer
and they understood that I was not English.
They continued their conversation in Gaelic
in Wales, the farmers looked me over suspiciously
until I opened my mouth and ordered a beer
and they understood that I was not English.
They continued their conversation in Gaelic
and more or less ignored me.
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