|Hmm...how did we end up here?|
Luckily we managed to get off at Dolavon and the other passenger kindly pointed us in the direction of the bus stop to get back to Gaiman. After a quick photo (I thought I may as well use our error for my alphabet challenge) we sat and waited for 20 minutes before exactly the same bus came back. It was a bit embarrassing to see the same driver, so to save any awkwardness we all did the polite thing of completely ignoring the fact that we had just got off his bus less than half an hour before. On the way back we did the safest thing and just got off at the first stop we came to in Gaiman.
Despite being founded more than 100 years ago, the village still maintains many of its traditions. For example, Welsh is taught in the schools and used in the songs and Bible readings in the church. Young people can also take part in language exchanges in Wales. The thing I liked most about Gaiman was that it felt like everyone knew everyone. I watched one old man walk down the street and wave to every single car which passed.
|Songbooks in Welsh and Spanish.|
But for me the highlight of our visit was the teahouse. Anyone who knows me knows how much I love tea and put it with cakes and I´m in heaven. As that´s the only thing that it´s really famous for, Gaiman is filled with teahouses and the funny thing is that the locals are not allowed to recommend one to you. We asked a couple of people and they all looked horrified at the thought of choosing one over the other. So in the end we just picked one which looked like it had been going for a long time and we weren´t disappointed.
The teahouse owners were determined that we should try every kind of cake possible, so our table was filled with plates of homemade bread, Welsh cakes, bara brith and torta negra (Patagonian black Welsh cake). It felt quite surreal to be sat in a teahouse in Argentina which reminded me so much of home. We were surrounded by things which were so familiar to me like lovespoons on the walls, dolls in tiny Welsh costumes and tea towels with recipes for traditional home-cooked meals.
The owner definitely won in the battle of the cakes as there was no way we could eat them all. Luckily, due to the huge portion sizes in South America, I have become pretty good at asking to take food away, as there was no way I was leaving any of those cakes behind!