Sometimes life writes stories one would not believe if they hadn’t just happened to you. Last week, I had an appointment at the youth welfare office in my old hometown. I lost my job about a year ago, and because I’m handicapped it’s not so easy finding a new one quickly. The office pays a caretaker for me, so we have to show up there once every one or two years and tell how it goes.
The last time I saw the person responsible for me was about two years ago, when I didn’t learn Welsh yet. Anyway, besides the “official” part we also talked about various other things of course, and at one point she asked what I do in my leisure time and such. “Different things I said. “Play computer games, play the keyboard, take photos, learn Welsh with an online co…” She then interrupted me: “Dach chi’n dysgu Cymraeg? Da iawn, croeso!” I almost fell off my chair. Angredadwy.
It then turned out that she spends a few weeks each year with some relatives in either Caernarfon, Aberystwyth or St. Davids. She herself does not speak very much of Welsh (and, sorry, with a huge English accent), but has regular contact there and had already given up hope to find someone who knows at least a little bit more about Wales and likes it here.
Maybe we'll set up some contact now
Greetings,
Mike
Angredadwy, indeed. I bet she was as shocked and thrilled as you were to find another Welsh speaker -- maybe even more thrilled, if she hadn't heard of SSiW before. Da iawn, y ddau ohonoch chi. 
