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Showing posts with label Wales. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wales. Show all posts

Friday, December 12, 2014

A Romance Author's Vacation...Fourth and Final



Our last place on the tour for Ireland is Waterford!  Yes, the amazing and sparkly crystal that I’ve been waiting for.

We watched artisan’s create the blown glass and etch the famous designs we all want shining on our holiday tables.

Not a place to have a problem with the credit card.  I chose a large selection of crystal and jittered with anticipation and smiles as the very helpful salesman (who had traveled to a Wisconsin Waterford store) rang up my choices.  I had carefully selected pieces made at the store we were in.  The card didn’t go through.  OMG!  And the bus will leave in ten minutes.

I had to leave without the treasures.

Later called the credit card by their 24/7 free call from anywhere in the world. 

The day before, my husband had tried to use a Tyme machine by putting the card in at least five times.  The card company though it may have been stolen, so they closed it.  After the call, all was settled and the card open.  We weren’t near the Waterford store anymore.

Long story, short, I ordered pieces online, Ireland said they don’t ship to the U.S. (only for tours), so I ordered on a different site.  The nice UPS man brought me a huge box and placed it inside my door.  Yeah!  Four days later I received another huge box.  Both orders came.  My husband laughed and said “keep it all.”

Sometimes errors work in your favor!

Across the channel and into Wales.

We visited Cardiff Castle, which was amazing with decoration and history.  This is the same castle that Harry Potter was filmed in, and on the day we arrived a wedding had been scheduled.  The groomsmen wore handsome kilts.  The bridesmaids had crimson satin dresses.  The Groom arrived in a black Jaguar with a bridal bow across the hood of the car-English tradition.

The castle was the first English castle to have electricity and plumbing because of the owner’s great wealth.  Each room had murals full of stories.  The wooden trims along the walls are embedded with real garnets, rubies, and emeralds.

During the ride back to London, I updated my notebook.  I have a hoard of ideas for another novel.  The mystery and cold of exquisite castles, the churning waters of the channels, the austere atmosphere of Heathrow, the personally ordered pieces of crystal, and the running prowess of the horses are all parts of an upcoming novel.  As soon as I write it!

 

Have a grand holiday,

Friday, September 26, 2014

A Romance Author's Vacation...Part One


You may wonder what kind of vacation a romance author takes…the main difference from your vacation and mine is that I’m still constantly thinking of a plot for the next great American romance!

I just returned from a tour of the United Kingdom…England, Scotland, Northern Ireland, the Republic of Ireland, and Wales.  I’m not a historical writer, just reader, so I think about how I can turn this tranquil kingdom into a suspenseful arena. 




Yes, I saw beautiful castles, cathedrals, landscape, and ate English food.  I’m sure you’ve all seen documentaries and magazines depicting all of the above, so I’m going to relate a few personal adventures.

After an eventful flight from O’Hare to Heathrow, yes I got sick on the plane probably from too many “relaxers”, my husband and I exited the spacecraft.  The atmosphere of Heathrow was, to say the least, a bit spooky.  The two story walls were glass and stark.  We were directed through a series of turns, stairs, and escalators with only the light from fluorescents. 

Not too bad until I noticed not a single shop or kiosk, only the people from arriving planes, and police everywhere.  It was quiet.  The bathrooms had one toilet.  England’s terrorist alert had raised a level the day before.

Led to a long line of travelers, almost two hours later we handed our travel documents, passport and card explaining who we were and our reason for arriving, to one of a dozen officers.  

I can’t help but add a little controversy.  My card read…JOB:  Govt.  I do work for the govt. (USA), but I didn’t expand.  The officer looked me up and down-no I looked a wreck at this hour.  He rummaged through my carry-on, looked me up and down again, then said, “You work for the government?”

I said, “Yes.”  Could I be more obtuse, or what?  I felt the thrill of a challenge brewing already.  With the bobbies of England!  I was messing with the police!  My heart thumped and thudded as I waited for his dark eyes and thin lips to respond.  I have a former Marine at my side and wasn’t afraid to use him.

It ended well as he chuckled, stamped my card, and moved the long line forward.  I think I was a bit relieved.

Now I am in London!  Our hotel was two blocks from the Thames and we had legs ready to go with no sleep for twenty-seven hours. 

One more story about the infamously bad English food…

That first day our stomachs drove us to find a cafĂ© for breakfast.  We eagerly tried an “English breakfast.”  I thought I over reacted, but my husband didn’t like it either.  Imagine, a poached egg, tiny hash brown (not too bad yet), a mushy tasteless sausage, and flavorless baked beans.  Don’t forget that a cup of coffee comes in halfsies and no refills.  Tea is abundant, but I couldn’t solely rely on it.

Sorry, but I won’t be gaining weight in England.

So much more to tell…Our hostess, Alexis, will need to give me more time to relate the interesting parts of the tripJ

Always travel with a mission and get the most out of it!

Dawn