I may have mentioned - I don't know, maybe once or twice - that I'm kind of a fan of all things Welsh. You could call it obsessive. Weird, even. That's okay. I embrace the weirdness. A lot of good things have come my way since I started this journey of learning the Welsh language, things that wouldn't have come my way otherwise.Would you like to hear the latest? Because I'm dying to tell you.
Sorry, did you catch that? I'm going to New Zealand (hereafter referred to as "Middle Earth") this fall. I know, right? I will simply walk into Mordor for a ten day tour with the North American Welsh Choir. You may hate me if you wish.
Here's where the overwhelmed part comes in. We have to memorize about twenty songs, only two of which are in English. One's in Latin, one in Maori, a couple I'm pretty sure are just made-up nonsense words, and the rest are Welsh. As the choir's name suggests, we're spread all over North America. It's not like there are regular practices I can go to or anything. In fact, the first rehearsal with the whole choir will be in Auckland, two days before a concert! Until then, it's all independent study.
Oh yeah, I've got the worry bug. My little Fangxiety gnome has been doing a tap-dance ever since I got the song list. But I figure I'll just tackle this like any big project: little bits at a time. Two songs a week.
On that note (pun intended), it's been awhile since we had a Welsh song, so here's last week's assignment. It's beautiful and sweet and oh, how I hate this song right now. The lyrics are kicking my butt. But how cute is little Christian Bale? I have to say this movie traumatized me big-time as a kid. I still can't watch it.
Anybody else feeling overwhelmed this week? Work? Writing? School starting?