A Mountain of Books and a Mill

I'm back in Los Angeles!  Part of me is happy to be home, but I miss my boyfriend. Getting back to my old routine has helped, that's for sure.  I guess after doing this for three years, you adapt?  It also helps that we have always had plans for our future. Oh, and we talk everyday :)

Anyway, I have lots of trip photos to show.  I like these blog posts because they make the trip live on. Hehe.

After staying one night in Hay-On-Wye, we explored the town once more before continuing our journey.
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Our first stop was a store that we had walked past the day before and I was dying to go inside.  Once inside I found myself wanting to buy everything.  Here is a nice notebook I liked.
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Since this is the town of books, we visited a few book shops.  The first one we walked into sold nothing but old children's books.  I found the ones about cats to be my favorite.  I also loved the old illustrations in many of them.  After browsing for quite a while we moved on.
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The next bookstore we visited was in a narrow street, between pastel-colored buildings.  The floorboards were creaky and you could feel knowledge pulsating all around.  I enjoyed stalking Greg when he wasn't looking :)
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Upstairs we found nice books on art, photography, and literature.  All things I appreciate.
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Enjoying a book ;)
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The view outside.
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We made a few purchases, Greg buying a book on California's gold rush.  Then we walked back towards our car, looking at all the fine signs along the way.
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Amazing little mural.
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After saying goodbye to Hay-On-Wye, we drove south stopping in a town called Talgarth for a spontaneous visit to a Mill. So far I like this town.
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Great Welsh sign.
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We find the Mill!
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Inside there was a cafe.  We sampled their plum sugar-crunch cake.  Noom.  We didn't go inside the Mill in the end, but we enjoyed our stop :)
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I want one of these.
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After our short stop, we navigated our way back through the Black Mountains.  Next stop, Penarth and the coast!

Books, Winged-cats, and Wales.

Greg and I hit the road for the lush and green countryside of Wales!  Our first stop was Hay-on-Wye, which is known for its small village and street upon street of bookshops.  Snacks in tow, we headed to the city of books!
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Our hotel.
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This is the view from our room.  After a few minutes, we hit the streets to take in the local atmosphere.
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Winged cat on a rocking horse.  Great start!

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Through an opening in the wall of this castle, we visited our first book shop.
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No books were purchased, but the idea of an honesty bookshop was really sweet.
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We explored the narrow walkways, excited to see what was around each corner.
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Bi-lingual signs were everywhere(Welsh and English).  I had fun trying to pronounce the Welsh words. Haha.
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Glowing in the moonlight, we found an old pub.  We walked in and took a seat on the creaky furniture. The pub was old and full of all kinds of knick-knacks.
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I ordered a half-pint of the local cider :)
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My first taste of the local food, Glamorgan Sausages!  They are vegetarian sausages and were really tasty.  The inside tasted like mashed potato with cheese and onions and herbs.
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Greg had the pheasant, which was wrapped in ham.
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After hanging out in the pub for a few hours, we crossed the street to our hotel.  My introduction to Wales was just as I imagined.  I couldn't wait for the next morning :)

Into the Woods

If you would have asked me a few years ago to walk in the woods, I would have said no.  I have even been quoted as saying, "I am afraid of trees".  I'm a city girl, and from L.A., so when I think of woods I think of bears, unsolved murders, and snakes.

Surprisingly it was me who suggested we go for a walk in Badby Woods.  Greg had pointed the woods out over the years.  Equipped with my new pair of Wellies(rubber boots), I was keen to give "rural walks" a go.
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After a short drive, we arrived.  The imposing woods await.
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No turning back now.
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My Wellies made walking through mud a breeze(and also alot of fun!).
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Greg and I compare boot size.
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Greg looks out at an old mysterious building in the distance.
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After jumping a fence, we walked towards an old ruin which was surrounded by sheep.
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A few moments later dozens of sheep began bleating loudly and walked down the hill in a neat line .  I was somewhat confused.
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It was one of the best moments ever :)
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The farmer had called them for feeding time.  Amazing.
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After the great sheep parade, we walked back to the entrance.  Greg was using my hand warmer.  It was a gift from him for Christmas :)
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Walking through the stone arch, we came upon a stunning view of the countryside and stormy skies.  I told Greg he is lucky to live here.
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