I woke last Friday (my day off- thumbs up for the best schedule of my college career!) with sunlight streaming through my window. I had planned a writing day, but I couldn’t let blue skies go to waste. That’s the thing about so-so weather: when the sun comes out, you pay attention.
I pulled on my thick wool socks and went for a walk. My mission: find the Roman Camp. Now I’ll be honest, I’m not 100% sure I found it. But I think I did. I was walking down the road along the Menai Straight, when a stone archway caught my attention.
Behind it lay a muddy one-person path, heading straight up. So I followed it.
Anyway, it doesn’t have any cool Roman ruins, just a grassy bluff where they used to be. But if I were an ancient Roman, I would make my camp there, let me tell you. Because when I got up there, I saw…
My own personal view of Snowdonia.
I really can’t describe how beautiful it was on that grassy bluff, looking down on Bangor and the Menai Straight, but I felt like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be this semester.
It was lovely and peaceful, and probably chilly, but I didn’t care. I walked down to the pier, where the water was the kind of blue that makes you think of the other kind of whales. :)
I wanted to share these photos with you, imperfect as they are. I am so blessed to be here, and I am so thankful for the people who helped me get to where I am. So here’s a little snapshot of Wales, as a thank you (you know who you are!).