i found something pretty incredible online tonight while on the search for the longest word with my sister. there is a town in wales called (i'm not kidding) Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch. go
here to hear how it is pronounced. and, to make it even better, this little welsh town's name translates as "The church of St. Mary in the hollow of white hazel trees near the rapid whirlpool by St. Tysilio's of the red cave," and has a 15-foot-long sign at its trainstation. This all becomes quite burdensome for residents, so they just call it Llanfair PG. I think my favorite part is the 4 L's in a row.
But something that is even better than actual town names with inane amounts of repeating consonants is the fact that Llanfiar PG is not the world's longest name for a town. There are two others that beat it. Two! On New Zealand's North Island, there is a town called Taumatawhakatangihangakoauauotamateapokaiwhenuakitanatahu, whose name even more ridiculously translates as ""The place where Tamatea, the man with the big knees, who slid, climbed, and swallowed mountains, known as land eater, played his flute to his loved one."
But the name that takes the cake by far is the formal name of Bangkok, Thailand: Krungthepmahanakornamornratanakosinmahintarayutthayamahadilokphopnopparatrajathaniburiromudomrajaniwesmahasatharnamornphimarnavatarnsathitsakkattiyavisanukamprasit. 163 letters!! This name translates into English as "The great city of angels, the supreme unconqueralble land of the great immortal divinity (Indra), the royal capital of nine noble gems, the pleasant city, with plenty of grand royal palaces, and divine paradises for the reincarnated deity (Vishnu), given by Indra and created by the god of crafting (Visnukarma)." Jesus. If Wayne wasn't already boring enough. I guess we are the namesake of Mad Anthony Wayne, though, so we do get some credit.
I had my first day of my internship today at the Academy of Fine Arts. I love it there. The building is a million years old and I have to use all these tunnels in the basement to get around, and all the docents are over 65 and can't hear very well, and the curator that I worked with was incredible. Even though I'm just an intern, I felt so appreciated. I have my own badge! How cool is that?