For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to visit Wales. I didn't want to go there just to see corgis in their native country. I have always admired photographs and films of Wales. The wildness of the country, the contrasts of the cliffs, valleys, meadows and the sea attracts me. So when Jane and Steve suggested a road trip to one of my bucket list countries, I just about hit the ceiling with enthusiasm. I tried my best to contain my excitement, after all, my friend was a newly wed. Maybe a long road trip wasn't something she really wanted to do. But the places that Jane and Steve took Jason and I are among their favorites too. I should have known. They were excellent tour guides and, although brief, my visit to Wales was better than I had dreamed... minus a corgi
Jane and Steve joked with Jason and I as we crossed the border into Wales. They asked "do you feel different?" as we passed under a flagged sign that reminded me of many "welcome to" state and province signs I have seen. I answered a monotone "yes" and our friends chuckled. But it was true! The thrilled feeling of fulfilling a long time travel dream is indescribable. Then I began earnest searching for corgis.
Our first stop in Wales was Conwy. In this classic castle walled town, we had the most delicious sandwiches ever and I fell in love with Bara Brith. Conwy has beautiful river beaches, boasts the Smallest House in Great Britain and there were dogs everywhere. The castle walls and the town were all very dog friendly but dogs were not allowed inside the castle itself. Most of the happy dogs I saw enjoying the day with their families were on or near the beach. But I saw no corgis.