Another morning of slightly terrifying driving led us to saint David's cathedral, the patron saint of Wales.
saint David's followers built his monestary in 589 after he died. It grew to be so important that the pope said two pilgrimages to saint Davis's equals the one pilgrimage to Rome. So many pilgrims came to David's, that it became extremely wealthy and a palace was built just behind the cathedral for the bishop in the 12 to century.
We took a quick side trip to Porthgain where a deep harbor allowed ships to come in and get loaded with bricks being made on site. After I made mom walk out on the cliffs to the point so I could take a picture looking back at the town, the wind and rain kicked up ferociously. Mom, who is terrified of heights, practically crawled back to safe ground cursing me the whole time.
We retreated to the town of Newport where we stayed in a hostel, listening to the rain beat against the windows and playing trivial pursuit. The next morning we set off towards Snowdonia National park but had to stop at the ancient Roman fort re-enactment site. We hiked to the top of the hill where historically accurate thatched huts were filled with small children dressed as Roman soldiers marching with swords, getting their faces painted blue, and making bread.
We drove in circles throughout the rest of the day trying to work our way North. We finally landed at our destination, a pub. We asked about staying in the Guesthouse on the top of the hill. One of the patrons put his beer down and ran next door to get the owner who drove up and opened the hostel. As we were the only guests, we now have the entire place (it was a golf clubhouse for the last hundred years) all to ourselves.
Tomorrow we press on to New adventures and exciting places.
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