• Z and Zed and Everything in Between

    When I first studied in the United Kingdom, it was the fall semester of 2008 in London, the head of the programme read this quote to us more times than I could count. “England and America are two countries separated by the same language.” – George Bernard Shaw Apparently, he thought us perpetually wary. However, his… Continue Reading

  • A day in… relocated history

    A few hours wandering around St Fagans in late March was quite a reward. Not everyone might agree with my quirky sense of indulgence, but 1.5 semesters into my MA programme this was our relaxation venue for the day. Together the fiancé and I, guided by local friends, walked through Welsh history. From a Victorian… Continue Reading

  • “Woman in Gold”: a Review

    SPOILER ALERT! Vital parts of the plot are reveled in the text below. As a postgraduate student I hardly have the opportunity to indulge myself in a hobby, let alone on a weekday before 10:00pm. So when I learned the opening day for “Woman in Gold” in Cardiff was the second Friday of our spring… Continue Reading

  • CwtchFest 2015

    One of my favourite things about the Welsh is their language. With words like popty ping (microwave) and hiraeth (longing for home), what might look and sound like a long-lost dialect is just a short coach (hyfforddwr) trip from Cardiff (Caerdydd). The real beauty of the Welsh language is in the word cwtch, which has… Continue Reading

  • Dewi Sant Celebrations Herald Spring

    Cardiff was alive with color today as the nation celebrated Dewi Sant (St David’s) Day, the 6th century CE patron saint of Wales. Yellow daffodil brooches, green leeks pinned to hats, flags with red dragons and vibrant smiles were abundant even as the sun faded and true Welsh weather won out once again. Here are some of… Continue Reading

  • Homesick in the land of rugby

    “Homesick in the land of rugby” is an op-ed article I wrote for the MAIJ postgraduate student newspaper. In the days following the Patriot’s victory in Super Bowl XLIV, while envisioning all the nachos I missed out on, I took the opportunity to express my homesickness in journalistic form. Enjoy.