Only guess what? It had as many exits as the road had directions.
Lots of the scenery was like this, only with more cars:
But there is a place for everybody:
And sometimes signs help you cross big roads:
There was a not very pretty canal, along which the blackberries did not taste very good. Thinking maybe a little pollution:
Swing bridge leading to Swansea:
There was a water park:
Approaching Mumbles, whom should I bump into but the one person I know in the entire town: David, one of the owners of Langland Road B and B where I was staying. He was on his way to the gym. It was such fun to stop and chat for a couple of minutes. Then, arrived in Mumbles, I washed my hair, which actually looked OK for about 20 minutes, changed into my “going out clothes,” and headed straight for Joe’s, the famed ice cream shop, where I had the best ice cream I ever tasted en ¡toda mi vida!
Grandma Goes Coastal 