Wales is an enchanted forest. Everything is blanketed in green, wild flowers grow along the side of the road in pink, yellow, white and purple. The flowers grow through the ancient stone walls that line people’s gardens and wrap around their fences. The roads wind through valleys with trees creating a canopy arching over the road, taking you through a tunnel of green and dappled light. Cows, horses and sheep graze in fields as far as the eye can see and among all that beauty you’ll find a big white farm house nestled in the hills, its chimney smoking.
Wales is rich in history, and the Welsh are very proud of their heritage. Sadly, there are only a handful of towns that still speak Welsh, but there are so many people you meet determined to keep the language and traditions alive. Cardiff was so much fun, it has so many dreamy antique arcades, gin bars tucked away in ancient buildings and an abundance of delicious food. I really loved Wales, I wasn’t sure what to expect, but what I ended up finding was a place filled with culture, kind people, and beautiful architecture and scenery.