It was a long weekend, tiring, but wonderful. Wales is... a little bit like Northern Minnesota actually. Not a lot, but there were moments I fancied myself on Lake Superior. It's a strange place, not verdantly beautiful like Western Ireland, nor breathtaking like the Scottish Highlands, but it was lovely in its own way.
We (Kelsey, Keely, and I) walked a lot, along the sea coast, up to a waterfall in the hills, through a slate quarry, and tried, but failed to find a castle. My feet are rather sore and I've come to the sad conclusion that my shoes are worn down to the point of being more trouble than they're worth. I'll have to go buy another pair.
It was a fulfilling trip, and a nice counterpoint to all the cities I will be seeing on my trip this summer. That is, if I can convince myself to leave London. (Don't worry, I will)
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