Byline: Sera Evans
SUCH was my relief at touching down at Birmingham airport last week that tears filled my eyes. Although I was pleased to be on British terra firma once again, I was forced to wait before I could cross the border into my beloved Wales.
Having spent a gruelling seven months in Germany, constantly diseased by homesickness, the last thing I wanted to do was make an annoying detour to Warwickshire.
However, the Rhondda was forced to wait just a little longer for my arrival, for Stratford-upon-Avon was my first port of call - not because I had a dreary obligation to a prior engagement but because I was in major need of a culture update and a good old gossip, which I knew would gladly be provided by my brother Daniel who allowed me to sit through a technical rehearsal of his new play, Shakespeare's Measure for Measure.
It seemed like an age since we were last chatting and giggling in each other's company, so I was eager to sit him down over a cup of decaf Earl Grey.
Much has happened in his life since I last saw him and I was desperate to catch up.
While I was pining away for Mam and Dad and my boyfriend in Germany, teaching 11-year-old Germans the words to Puff the Magic Dragon as part of my degree course, whilst chuckling to myself at their being oblivious to the drug-related innuendo, Daniel had rehearsed and opened The Tempest at The Crucible Theatre in Sheffield, flown to New York to perform in a workshop of a new musical intended for Broadway (about which he is very cagey!), and …