It is very windy today. When I lived overseas, the gales there would be 40-60 mph on average. So, you would think I would be used to it. For awhile, I was. Then I moved back to the States.
I often ask myself why I came back. Financially, I had to. I had finished my sophomore year over there and according to my contract with the USM International Studies department, I was to return. Oh, how I wanted to stay! I absolutely loved my time in Wales. The scenery was beautiful and unspoiled. The people were lovely and the culture was thriving. I desperately miss the people I was in choir with. The picture above is the choir I was in. Seven of us that day had just received our Dean's awards after having performed the Matins. That's what the green ribbons and medal represent. Those that are wearing navy blue ribbons/medals had been in the choir for 5 or so years and the one purple medal that is visible is the sign of a Bishop's Chorister, one step up from the Dean's. How I miss it and how I want to go back!
I must finish up this stuff for opera history. I really hope Dr. Hauer carries that same pride in me after this first test and doesn't think the lesser of me if I don't do too well.
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