On our third day in Wales, we turned 23 years old. We stuck close to home and spent the day in Conwy. Beforehand we had talked about taking a day trip to London or Liverpool, but it often turns out you’re just as happy (if not more so) just fully exploring and enjoying one place. Seeing that the castle is the main attraction in Conwy, we finally ventured inside. The Welsh -at least according to our Welsh hosts-don’t particularly like the castle because it was built by the British. But it was hard to not be fascinated by it; we don’t get too many castles in NYC. We roamed through the maze of rooms, climbed up dark, spiraling staircases and even met a princess (a 4-year old tourist dressed up in a purple princess costume). These days the Welsh flag flies proudly over the castle.
Anna and Katie fearlessly ascended one of the towers. While I snapped a picture. As previously mentioned, we are a pretty cautious bunch. During this photo, mom and dad were seeing to it that Anna and Katie didn’t lift a single finger off the railing. Pretty soon, it was time for tea. Of course, we had to go to “Anna’s Tea Rooms.”Tea time really needs to make its way to America.
I promise you that it’s impossible to take a picture in Conwy without the castle popping up somewhere in the background. So attention hungry, that one.
After tea, we still had room for some more Welsh history. Jumping forward about 300 years (dad, don’t correct me on any dates; time is just a social construct after all) we headed over to Plas Mawr, a 16th century Elizabethan house once owned by a wealthy local merchant. There are no rope barriers in this house or glaring guards. Not only could you walk amongst all the rooms, but you could pick up the kitchen tools and sit on most of the chairs. Just don’t go near the beds lest you want a scolding from Katie about “BBs” (our less frightening term we use for bed bugs for Katie’s sake). The museum even went so far as to have real carrots, eggs, onions and smashed garlic laid out.
We peeked into the pantry, complete with a collection of taxidermy.And the beer making room…And the bedrooms…Climbing up to the attic we got (yet another) good view of the castle.
Afterwards, we mailed postcards back home. People would write letters daily if our postboxes were this cute. E-mail would go out of business. This is pretty self explanatory: it’s the smallest house in Great Britain. A 6 ft 3 inch fisherman once lived here. Then we embarked on one more walk from mom’s guide book. And all feminists shook their heads… Lean in mama! Don’t let no man steal the spotlight. (Or I could just figure out how to use the flash).
Given all the Welsh treats we’d enjoyed, we decided to do some leg exercises on the wall. And then we worked on our thighs. Some of us appear to be struggling more than others.Finishing off with some dancing on the beach.. See, that sneaky castle peeking its head in again.
Continuing on, we ducked into a nature preserve and Anna conquered the hill.
Our perfect, simple birthday dinner. Not pictured: a chocolate cake that mom surprised us with. Everyone ought to turn 23 in Wales.
P.S. A birthday from the early nineties when we wore matching outfits. Still trying to bring that back… Emily, Mom, Dad, Katie, Anna and Sean.