On the 2nd of March, I traveled back to Chester to meet up with Louise (my cousin who picked me up from the airport).
I thought, no biggie, I've been to Chester before - how hard can it be to board a train solo and not get lost, right? Wrong (well, kinda). I got on the train, without questioning it could be the wrong one. To be fair, Bangor's station only has 2 tracks (1 to Holyhead and 1 to other places), so getting on the wrong one is nearly impossible.
After 2 or 3 ish stops, they announced that the next stop would be Bangor - I immediately assumed that I somehow got on a train that just made a complete 360 and now I was going to be late arriving to Chester. Bonus: I had no way of checking train schedules or contacting Louise as my phone had stopped working that morning because I forgot when my monthly plan was up and didn't top up. Clearly, I'm an adult.
Luckily, my worries were for nothing, because when we arrived in "Bangor" the signs outside said "Flint." For a hot minute, I thought about getting off the train (but I had a really lovely window view). Also, and maybe more importantly, I knew it did not resemble the same station I had departed from. This was not home. I was just having a blonde moment. Or the announcer who said Bangor, instead of Flint, was on crack. One or the other.
Anyways, I arrived safely (and with serious doubts that I could ever backpack through Europe by myself like Maddie and Harriet have). Louise arrived shortly after me and we walked the entire Roman Walls surrounding the city (when Alex, Harriet, Maddie and I went we only walked a small portion). We also checked out the Roman Gardens and Amphitheater. I will never get used to using my legs so much (and at such a fast pace, I might add). People here walk with a purpose.
After exerting ourselves, we had some hot chocolates (not the best I've tried so far - and I've tried quite a few) and a mixed berry tart at a lovely place called Patisserie Valerie. Then, I bought an expensive purse that I will likely return (buyer's remorse up in here).
Louise had made a reservation for us to have a proper English Afternoon Tea at The Chester Grosvenor Hotel (which was ultra swanky).
Louise had lemon-with-something-something tea, and I stuck with the usual English Breakfast. When the waiter opened up a box to show us the tea options, I thought it was just going to be tea bags - nope. It was just straight up tea leaves to choose from. So fancy.
Then he brought out a tray filled with deliciousness (sandwiches, scones!!!, and desserts). I ate a smoked salmon sandwich for the first time...never again. (Sidenote: since I've been here, I've been trying new food items for the first time left and right - prawns [ew, never, never again], steak [ew, never, never, never again], and the Australians made me try vegemite [so good]. I'm really expanding my pallet, even if most of the food repulses me.)
Once tea was over, I headed home and then...nothing too noteworthy happened (at least that I can remember).
When my new vlogging camera arrives (RIP old one), I plan to do an updated room tour (I have posters up!) and a kitchen/bathroom tour. I mostly want to do a kitchen tour because I just bought all these vegetables and salad mixes, so my shelf in our fridge looks really green and healthy (in reality, I've been eating a lot of pizza and pasta).
That's it for now.
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