Saturday: "What do you mean we're in Wales?!?"
Up at 5:30 this morning to check out of our Dublin hotel and take a taxi to the port, to catch the ferry to England. The boat was more like a cruise ship so we had an enjoyable 3.5 hours at sea as we headed to Holyhead ("holly-head"), England, where The Mister had a rental car reserved for us, to begin the England part of our trip.
When the ferry docked in Holyhead, we "foot passengers" (those who didn't bring a vehicle on board) went to the lower level and boarded a bus to take us to customs. They drove the bus out of the ferry -- cool! -- and drove us around to a small building, with a sign in front:
ME: Why does it say Welcome to Wales?!
THE MISTER: Because we're in Wales.
ME: What do you mean we're in Wales?!? We're supposed to be in England. I thought we docked in England!
THE MISTER: Holyhead is in Wales. We were always going to dock in Wales, and then drive to England and on to our Cotswold cottage.
ME: It doesn't matter but it's strange to walk on ground you think is one country and find out it's another.
THE MISTER: I understand.
ME: But we're not going to have lunch in Wales. I hate all food in Wales.
THE MISTER: I remember.
ME: But Wales is a pretty country, with all those stone fences and flocks of sheep and green grass. How long is our drive through Wales?
THE MISTER: About half of our 4-hour drive.
ME: Great! Enough time for me to get a Welsh souvenir.
When the ferry docked in Holyhead, we "foot passengers" (those who didn't bring a vehicle on board) went to the lower level and boarded a bus to take us to customs. They drove the bus out of the ferry -- cool! -- and drove us around to a small building, with a sign in front:
ME: Why does it say Welcome to Wales?!
THE MISTER: Because we're in Wales.
ME: What do you mean we're in Wales?!? We're supposed to be in England. I thought we docked in England!
THE MISTER: Holyhead is in Wales. We were always going to dock in Wales, and then drive to England and on to our Cotswold cottage.
ME: It doesn't matter but it's strange to walk on ground you think is one country and find out it's another.
THE MISTER: I understand.
ME: But we're not going to have lunch in Wales. I hate all food in Wales.
THE MISTER: I remember.
ME: But Wales is a pretty country, with all those stone fences and flocks of sheep and green grass. How long is our drive through Wales?
THE MISTER: About half of our 4-hour drive.
ME: Great! Enough time for me to get a Welsh souvenir.
