I don't know why I like Wales so much without having been there or having much contact with it at all, outside of Mwng, my history of the English language class, and the rumor coursing throughout my father's side that a former poet laureate of Wales is in the family, and there's a statue dedicated to him in a small Welsh village. (In researching this on Wikipedia, it turns out there WASN'T EVEN a poet laureate for Wales until fairly recently. But I am sticking the rumor out, and sticking it to Wikipedia.) It very possibly could be the whole marginalized "almost-..." nature of its existence, much like Canada is to America. The appeal also could be in all the W's everywhere in the language.
The point is, at the end of the Welsh road, there stand John Cale, Tom Jones, and some negligible percentage of me. A finger, maybe, or even my lower right arm.