Wales is beautiful. I've run out of superlatives - there are only so many words and I've gone through them all. I've been here since Friday afternoon and I have seen so much of the countryside and oohed and aahed and wow!ed my way through it all. I never thought I would see anything like this and sometimes it is so surreal I wonder where I am. The buildings are incredible - small stone houses built on the sides of roads from solid thick stone - surrounded by pretty cottage gardens, rolling green paddocks and leafy green trees. The hills are green. The water is deep and blue with purple tints. The grass is green green green - impossibly green. They tell me Ireland is greener. I can't get my head around that. I close my eyes and I see green - a thousand variations of green and I'm lost in it. It's truly magnificent. And the ice cream is awesome! LOL
Finally got a real coffee today - that satisfied a craving. I also got to photograph some sheep. They have tails! I was excited LOL
I left Australia an anxious middle aged woman with a heavy burden of worry. As I travel, the burden is lightened as my worries fall away like stones. I find myself doing things I would never have contemplated doing had I stayed in my comfort zone. Today I walked out on a bridge so high I could barely see the bottom and bravely I got a third of the way along, hanging on like grim death to the iron railings... But I got a third of the way. Two weeks ago I would never have contemplated even setting foot on it. I find myself letting go of things. Things I have no control over - like what is happening in Australia. And I am feeling the years being stripped from me as I let go of so many fears. I find myself laughing like a child and doing childish things like taking off my shoes and socks and walking barefoot in soft lush grass or lying on the ground and making grass angels. Paddling in seas and lakes and splashing with abandon. Talking to complete strangers so I can hear their accents. Trying strange and new food.