Well, our most recent trip to Wales moved to a different rhythm than the rest. Leah found a group of about 70 people all travelling to Wales for the 4-day Easter break to do a little hiking along the Welsh coastlines in a place called Pembrokeshire. It was organized by a selfless family of Londoners who organize everything (meals, lodging, itinerary, etc) and are just after escaping the city and taking trips while meeting new and interesting people. They put together an excellent short holiday for the group, and I know I speak for Leah when I say that we had an excellent time. We mixed with people from all over the globe. The Italian guy who congratulated the Sopranos on behalf of the Italian people for being authentic. The Hungarian girls who got moderately offended for being called Romanian. And the Indian guy from Singapore who reminded everyone not to bring gum to his country. We stayed at what looked like a youth activity center (but with hotel rooms...?). In between the meals and hikes, I mopped the table tennis competition (ping-pong ego showing through...), and Leah taught the crazy Aussie's how to correctly throw a football. They opt for the underhanded Rugby dish move that just looks awful with a football.
We set off in the morning of the second day for an 11 mile walk along the Western ocean coast to a site called Green Bridge. The weather was fierce - windy and freezing cold. We trekked across beaches, up across some amazing cliffs and gorges, and through countless piles of sheep crap. Piles everywhere...apparently they like the views as well. At one point, it started to hail. Coupled with the 900mph winds blowing laterally, Leah and I both got free skin exfoliations to the right side of our faces. Continuing to the end of 
the walk, we passed a sign indicating that we should not pick up any "unexploded missiles" that we might find along the way. ...This was worth a few seconds to ponder... Nice ocean walk, sheep happily grazing, flutes playing, and missiles...? (ok, no flutes..) As we found out, we were walking near a military firing range...which admittedly killed some of the sense of purity of our surroundings...but the views were still amazing. Upon arriving to the Green Bridge, which is a rock formation (resembling a bridge) extending out into the ocean, we came to a barbed wire fence blocking the path. Beyond it, was an active firing range. Evidently Wales is expecting invasion...
The second day of hiking was along another ocean coastline farther South near the town of St. David's - home to a cathedral of the same name. The Pope once decreed that 3 pilgrimages to St. David's would equal 1 to Jerusalem. High hopes indeed.
the walk, we passed a sign indicating that we should not pick up any "unexploded missiles" that we might find along the way. ...This was worth a few seconds to ponder... Nice ocean walk, sheep happily grazing, flutes playing, and missiles...? (ok, no flutes..) As we found out, we were walking near a military firing range...which admittedly killed some of the sense of purity of our surroundings...but the views were still amazing. Upon arriving to the Green Bridge, which is a rock formation (resembling a bridge) extending out into the ocean, we came to a barbed wire fence blocking the path. Beyond it, was an active firing range. Evidently Wales is expecting invasion...
The second day of hiking was along another ocean coastline farther South near the town of St. David's - home to a cathedral of the same name. The Pope once decreed that 3 pilgrimages to St. David's would equal 1 to Jerusalem. High hopes indeed.
The wind was horrible today. Our group had to walk single file down the narrow pathway which snaked its way above the coastline. The wind gusts were strong enough to make you 'think' about every step and concentrate on where your feet were landing. Had the wind been blowing out to the ocean instead of from the ocean, I think I would have crawled instead of walked. We eventually made it to a cove and had lunch on the beach. The stones on the beach were various shades 
of pink, blue, and green...making them all look like Easter eggs...suitable for Easter Sunday. When we finally arrived at St. Davids, and turned the corner to the lookout over the cathedral, I could see why the Pope may have once thought highly of this place. It was a gorgeous site - very old, but very well maintained. We took a short stroll through the interior, rearranged some furniture, changed the label on a sarcophagus, and then left.
of pink, blue, and green...making them all look like Easter eggs...suitable for Easter Sunday. When we finally arrived at St. Davids, and turned the corner to the lookout over the cathedral, I could see why the Pope may have once thought highly of this place. It was a gorgeous site - very old, but very well maintained. We took a short stroll through the interior, rearranged some furniture, changed the label on a sarcophagus, and then left. A good trip! Next is Italy. Hopefully I can post pics...
The Green Bridge
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In the hail...
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