Every where I went in Wales people stared at my teeth. In a country where there is no fluoride in the water you really don’t see people with white teeth, except on T.V.
A few years back on our Wales road trip, we tried not to let this little distraction get in the way of finding castles, castles and more castles. (and maybe a Abby)
Before we could storm the castle and I could smile at the Welsh and confuse them, the roads in Wales had to terrify me. I come from a mountain town and I am completely used to curvy mountain roads. Yet when you are sitting where the driver’s seat should be in the car (closest to oncoming traffic) and also driving on (to us Americans) the wrong side of the motorway Wales roads can be a little terrifying.
Driving from castle to castle in Wales meant taking only winding mountain roads.
I tried really hard not to shit myself.
My best friend Mimi had come to visit me in my mountain town so many times over the years and I know my mountain driving with shear drop offs on one side of the highway was known to terrify her. I guess this was my pay back and I totally deserved it. Pure terror on the Welsh highways was completely worth it to stroll the grounds of Raglan Castle though.
The dirt road to Raglan Castle took us past fields of green rolling hills and meadows with cattle grazing next to the dirt road. This was my first castle I had ever experienced in all my times in Europe.
Its official after visiting the quaint town of Raglan I was addicted to castles, I was addicted to super sharp Welsh cheddar cheese and, yes, I was addicted to the green rolling hills of Wales.