“I remember the night, on my first visit here, when I lost my way and ended up driving across this bridge toward the castle,” said my husband. “I didn’t know I’d end up living next to it.”
We decided to walk to the grocery store yesterday. My muscles were aching from a morning yoga practice, but the weather was glorious. I couldn’t say no. I grabbed my walking shoes and my messenger bag, and we were out the door.
It was a bit over a mile, cutting through town and across the bridge out of Conwy. We filled our bags at Tesco and started meandering back — and as we crossed back over the bridge, we had to stop to enjoy the view. The castle loomed ahead and the boats floated in the harbor, under the setting sun.
“I remember the night, on my first visit here, that I lost my way and ended up driving across this bridge toward the castle,” said my husband. “I didn’t know I’d end up living next to it.” But here we are, and I’m so glad we did.
P.S. If you’ve been following my Stories from Iran, I am writing more to share with you. I just needed this little interlude to share the beautiful evening I had. 🙂
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