New Quay, Wales

Life has me thinking about how we make up rules about the world based on what we've experienced and what we "know" to be true and sometimes we'll go to any length to protect those rules.

A few summers ago, my hubby's wish was to "see dolphins" during our summer holiday.  At the time we were living in SouthWest London, and instead of bringing him to the zoo, I went on-line and started searching for "whale watching" or "dolphin spotting."  Sure enough, I found the answer to our wish, New Quay on Cardigan Bay in West Wales!  We formulated a plan, and drove across the United Kingdom in search of the dolphins of Cardigan Bay.

Now, I could go on and on about how we were lucky enough to see a Sea Lion come to shore, or how the world's loveliest Welsch man gave me a personal tour of his wollen mill, but this post is about the fact that when we told people that we were in New Quay (pronounced "new key") Wales, they took the liberty of "correcting" and informing us that we were actually in Newquay, Cornwall.

So we would say, "no, we were in Wales" and they would say, "no, you were in Cornwall."  We even had a couple of angry acquaintences who made so much fun of us for "being so stupid" that we were supposedly still in England and merely thinking we were in Wales.

Hmmm.  How do you even respond to that?  Let's see...so we sat in a car and read the signs as we changed COUNTRIES and drove for a million miles getting stuck behind farmers moving livestock from one pasture to the next, yet we were really on a giant treadmill, not leaving England at all, and just simply following signs to Newquay which we assume was in Wales but was actually still in England?? 

Is that what these people were getting at?

So here's the summary of the story:  there's more than one New Quay.  One spelled New Quay and the other Newquay.  Both destinations sounding identical when spoken.  These places are in two different coutries.  The one in Cornwall is far more famous, and since my hubby and myself were both foreigners, it was ASSUMED that we had made some kind of gross geographical mistake in thinking that we were in Wales.

Again and again I wonder why humans are so invested in being "right" all the time.  It's as if not knowing something exposes us in a way that's FAR too scary.  Why is it that when we process a story where the pieces aren't fitting together, that we immediately assume that the other person is wrong instead of simply wondering if there's more than one answer. 

Just for the record, there's more than one Las Vegas too.  There is Las Vegas, New Mexico as well as the more famous Las Vegas, Nevada.  So if you see a European at a party telling you that Las Vegas was such a lovely city while they visited New Mexico, consider the fact that YOU DON'T KNOW EVERYTHING.  Nobody does.

Comments

[fiona]

Ah, it's just how it is, isn't it? A few years ago I was on holiday in Italy and met an English couple who told me that Scotland wasn't a country in its own right, it was in fact just a part of England. Despite my being Scottish, & having been born and brought up in Scotland, eventually I realised there really was no point in debating this. Jog on, as they say, Jog on!

[Andria]

All I can say is, how very frustrating!

[DJ]

> SIGH..... >
My tongue has scars in it from having experienced many of these conversations over the years.
You have my sympathy, sweet friend.

[Jacqueline]

OK, but now I want to KNOW: did you ever see the dolphins... :-)

[Chris]

Oh, Tari, I am so with you, here. People would live so much more peaceful lives if they would take a breath and be humble. People aren't accepting into their reality the fact that we don't know much and things change. Instead, we are so invested in how we lived when we were younguns that we still act like we're 8.

You rock! You have the newquay to my heart!