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Conwy, Mold.


So after waking up at the asscrack of dawn this morning, we disembarked on a new adventure. We left Dublin-sad, I know, and hopped the ferry across the Channel to Wales. Wales is exactly what you would expect in the countryside of the United Kingdom. We drove across the northern part of Wales along the coast and visted Conwy Castle, which is really quite phenominal. This castle was built in the 1200s and has remained in what appears to be flawless condition. After walking around many people on my tour decided they could live in the small town of Conwy forever. I didn't quite feel that passionate about it, but it was very hot and therefore I was slightly grumpy. I don't know what I will do when we move on to Spain or Italy. Probably die. Or melt like the wicked witch that I am.

We are currently staying in the quaint village of Mold, Wales. The weather is lovely and the locals are all very accomadating. Tonight we'll probably head out to the only pub for miles and be up bright and early tomorrow to tour Warwick Castle and Stratford, the birthplace of Shakespeare. I am very excited. Tomorrow night we head back into the city-London that is. How very hip of us. Eve, our guide has procured VIP passes to ZooClub, so more stories to come after that.

London should be epic. I didn't think I was very excited to visit England, but now I'm realizing all of the opportunities that we have these next four days. I don't want to spoil the adventures I'm planning, but I'll keep you updated.

Speaking of updates, I forgot to blog one of the highlights of Dublin. And by highlights I mean a silly moment that I probably won't live down with my roomates for the rest of our trip.
Wednesday night. I come home, not quite stumbling, but just about. I sneak across the room attempting to be as quiet as possible. What a joke, ya? So after crawling into bed I lay back onto my pillow and burst out with, "Agh, fucking earth pillow," and proceed to throw a pillow across the room. My roomates, Misty and Joelle burst out laughing and ask me what the hell I'm talking about. Well, this was my thought process: The pillow was scratchy, you know, one of those decorative pillows not meant to be slept on. So scratchy in my mind meant hemp. Hemp lead me down the path to Hippy which in turn lead me to the conclusion of earth. Fucking earth pillow.
Perhaps you had to bed there to understand the moment. But for those of you who are privileged with frequent encounters with myself, you know how hilarious I am. Just kidding. But not really.

Anywho. Time to jetset.
Talk soon.

Posted by CStassel 18:41 Archived in Wales

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