Fair warning – this post is primarily going to be a giant photo dump. The scenery in Betws-y-Coed was stunningly beautiful so I got a little camera happy.
After disposing of my little prank, we decided to walk into town and explore the shops. My mom was enamored with the stone walls and especially the way the stones were stacked upright on the top row. They went for miles and miles and the visual texture it created was really pretty.
The River Conwy winds through the town and a short distance from our hotel, we found a bridge overlooking the water. Kids were jumping from rocks and splashing below much to Lena’s delight. It looked absolutely freezing but they seemed to be enjoying themselves.
Naturally, we had worked up an appetite after sitting in the car for four hours (sleeping burns a lot of calories) so we picked a pub to grab a late lunch/early dinner. We lucked out with nice weather and were able to sit in the patio area. The meal was short lived as Lena was anxious to run around and generally do the opposite of whatever we wanted to do. Here you can see me working hard at my day (and night) job. Changing diapers on the run – I lead a glamorous life.
Betws-y-Coed sits in North Wales and is the primary village of Snowdonia National Park. Most of the shops catered to the outdoor adventure lifestyle – lots of hiking gear, warm weather clothing, that sort of thing. With the abundance of forests and hiking trails, it’s a popular destination for tourists. When we paid attention, we could hear the locals speaking in Welsh and it’s really unlike any other language I’ve heard. All the signs were posted in English and Welsh. We figured out that “croeso” means welcome but understood very little beyond that!
There was a train museum just behind the main strip of shops. Unfortunately, it was closed by the time we got there but it was a beautiful place for pictures. The nasturtium were in full bloom and the colors were just gorgeous. My mom used to have these growing near our front door when I was little and I remember thinking it was so cool that you could eat the petals. Lena seemed unfazed by the foliage but after seeing this picture, there’s really no doubt that she’s my child. Poor kid.
This last picture isn’t necessarily a “good” one in a technical sense but I had to include it because it was a hilarious moment. My mom simply could not figure out how to open the front gate and she struggled with it for a solid few minutes. We just stood there watching until it became too painful to witness and I had to step in. Without a word, I simply pushed the gate open at which point, my mom let out her signature expletive and nearly tinkled herself. We all have our gifted moments, don’t we?