Riding the Rails in Wales!

Did you know that Wales is the land of the choo choos? Well, it is. Sure, some people go for the mountains and walking. Some go for the beaches. Some even go for the history. As for me, well, I go for the trains.

And, of course, because I am two (and a half) and I generally get my way or do this....everyone went on choo choos! In fact, I did five choo choos in four days....try to top THAT!!!

Including a choo choo underground where I wore a bob the builder hat.

A tiny choo choo that went through a tiny town.

A steam choo choo.

A choo choo diner.

I even rode a choo choo to the top of the mountain!

Then, I scared my Daddy by screaming "I want to go down!" and pointing over the cliff. (You never saw my Daddy go so pale!)

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you about the cottage that we stayed in that I referred to as "Saxon's house."

And I helped Daddy build fires in the fireplace while Mommy, Kari and Trixie watched.

And I spent all my Daddy's pocket change driving a tractor that only worked for 10 minutes every time he put a pound in the slot. And I fished with sticks, and went walking and counted sheep (there are lots of them!) .

And I, and I and I...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz....