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Good Bye, North Wales

Today we leave North Wales. They say you should never meet your heroes because they will always disappoint. I was anxious that this place I've always wanted to visit and built up in my head would somehow let me down. It did not. In fact, it was quite the opposite, I'm more enammored and in love than before. For those friends that had a glimpse of our itinerary, there was concern it was too aggressive. You were correct, it was. But as I sit here this morning reflecting on our time spent, I find myself focused on each experience we enjoyed without a thought of the items on the list we couldn't see. I think of all the people we met and all the beauty we've been so blessed to see and experience. It's only added to the love I have for Wales and the Welsh people. As we were finishing our hike from Aber Falls yesterday, B-Koog captured my feelings perfectly. "Everyone here in Wales is so happy. I know why they are happy, look around here and see all the beauty they live near."

So, we leave today (my birthday) for the next stop on our trip and while I am so excited to see more of the UK, it's with a heart full of happiness for the memories we've made and a bit of a heavy heart to leave possibly the most magical place I've ever been.

Hwyl Fawr, Gogledd Cymru. Dw i'n dy caru di. Diolch i chi am bopeth.

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