We ate dinner at the local pub called the King’s Head. The pub welcomed us with a fire and eclectic decorations of antique china and beer bottles. The locals stared at us in amusement and our servers were friendly and did not cringe when we ordered waters.
On our way to the pub we spotted a concert at the church around the corner. The choir turned out is a local male choir full of hilarious Welsh men. They sang a variety of songs: American Civil war tunes, classical pieces and traditional Welsh lullabies. They were extremely witty and adorable, we quickly staked claims on surrogate grandfathers. During intermission we chatted and made friends with the lively locals.
The following morning beautifully unfolded in sunshine and we began our adventure by busing out to Snowdonia. (Thanks to Rick Steve we purchased a pass for cheap travel. We love you Rick!) When we told our bus driver we intended to climb the tallest mountain in the UK. He looked at us and then our footwear; he quickly encouraged us to skip the hike. (We later found out that mount Snowdon was the training ground for Sir Edmund Hillary in preparing for Everest.) We ended up continuing to using the buses to explore the national park and different tiny villages. By the end of the day we traveled through about half of northern Wales.
Summary: I never expected to love Wales but by the end of the trip I was enchanted. I was won over with melodious voices, beautiful mountains and the charming and friendly manners of the Welsh people. I stormed medieval castles and walked on the forbidding hills and mountains of the wild countryside. I’m proud to be Welsh.