So apparently I’m a twit. I mean, I’m sure anyone who knows me already knows this, but there are times in my life when I learn something and I’m forced to think to myself – Self, how can you possibly have survived 42 plus years circling the sun on a spaceship called earth, and not know this already? I mean, surely what I’m about to tell you is common knowledge, and in no way new information to anyone but me. Because I’m a twit.
I’ll admit it; I don’t think I knew that. I mean, only a few days ago I was sitting down to draft a summary of my accomplishments for the year, and despite being an avid traveller, and the type of person who keeps his list of countries visited as a source of pride and accomplishment, I thought only to add England to the list. I missed Wales1. What the hell, Gillis?
I’m not sure what I thought Wales was – perhaps some sort of territory or province of the United Kingdom? But then why would Northern Ireland, Scotland, and England all be considered countries and not Wales? Why was I so ready to write it off as something it wasn’t? Why was I such a geography twit?
To the Welsh, let me profusely apologize for not recognizing Wales as it should have been. In my defence, I’m a twit. I’m not sure if the twit defence means anything in the grand scheme of things, but it’s all I have going for me at this point.
As penance for my twittishness, I’ve decided to write this post, because Wales is a beautiful country to visit, and I highly recommend you do.
1 This injustice has been corrected.