Llandudno

Drumroll please…. I herewith present the record of our trip to Northern Wales!!

Come on – I know you’ve been dying with anticipation, and I surely have kept you waiting long enough! It’s been a week and a day since we got back. Computer issues, sickness, you’d think I were writing an excuse to an English teacher on why a paper was late (Mr. Wilson, Mrs. Feinberg, et al do you see now? These excuses are/were real!)

Ahem.

Anyway.

Northern Wales trip – Part I

We picked up our rental car from Waterloo early Friday morning. It was a bright, clear, summer-like day – perfect for a drive through English countryside. We hit no traffic, driving on the wrong side of the road was a breeze (well a breeze for me because I was in the passenger seat – but Chris had no issues), and the rest stops on the highway were immaculate. But a word to the wise – stick to American chains, the fries at the British knock-off of McDonalds were terrible! And the chicken nuggets were actually made with real chicken! (Which really isn’t as good as it may sound – there’s a reason McDonalds inserts all that bread into the chicken pulp.)

So, we arrived at Llandudno safe, sound and happy. Llandudno – according to my guidebook – is a chic Victorian sea-side resort. According to me, it occupies a stunning spot on a beautiful rocky coastline nestled between green and rolling hills, but the town itself has little to offer except a disgusting array of fish and chips. (Disgusting, in that, that is all anyone was eating anywhere. I can only look at a certain amount of fried-food consumption per day – seeing it consumed everywhere at all hours is disconcerting to my stomach.)

But coming from London, it was lovely to be on the seashore, even if the accompanying town lacked the charm I had expected from the (deceiving!) guidebook. The walk along the boardwalk was stunningly, movie-like beautiful even in the evening rain, and the kaleidoscope rocks that made up the beach made walking along the water like walking along a mineral rainbow.

We also went for a short trek up the adjoining hillside and saw a bunny and some spectacular views.

Our very own, private Easter bunny!

Just a short walk up the hillside found us on the edge of the world.

If I were to go to this part of Wales again I would pick a less touristy town and rent my own cottage– so as to enjoy the jaw-dropping scenery and fresh sea air while escaping the crowds and the bad food.

The next morning we went to a castle – to be continued tomorrow!