Hello, all! I know I just got back from Italy, but here I am again... blogging. I went on a tour with an international student group last Saturday and Sunday. We traveled to Inverness and Loch Ness. Inverness is the town near the loch. The prefix 'inver' means the at the mouth of and the town of Inverness is at the mouth of the river Ness which feeds into the loch. Get it? Little vocab lesson there for you.
Want to know how it went? OK, I'll tell you. You are, after all, reading the blog... still... after three months (or so). I'm so proud.
Well we started out with some sun, but it didn't stick around. Both Saturday and Sunday were dreary and rainy, Sunday being the worse of the two. Now, when I went to Oban, we had the same tour guide and driver. She was great then. This time? Not so much. We took the scenic route up to the Highlands and my friend and I heard many of the same stories. Obviously, not everyone was on the same bus to Oban and some who were with us did not even go on that first trip. No big deal. I liked seeing the castles, small towns, bridges, etc. again. However, I heard nothing new for the first two hours of the trip.
Once we turned off of the route we had taken to Oban (because Loch Ness is further inland than Oban), I started to see different things. We obviously saw mountains and beautiful scenery. We stopped at Fort William for about an hour to eat lunch. That was all we had time for. We stopped a few places along the way, but honestly, they are hardly worth mentioning. One was a memorial to the Green Berets (which was sort of cool).
We passed Urquhart Castle on the way to Inverness and our tour guide said that we would see it the next day. OK, no big deal. We ate dinner in the town that night and in the morning, we were picked up at 9am for breakfast. Of course, we jumped ahead an hour at 2am that morning. No worries, though. I was punctual as usual.
After breakfast, we were taken up to an ancient burial ground. When I say ancient, I mean ancient. These burial mounds (made of stone, with standing stones in circles around them) are over 4,000 years old. That was pretty cool. We also hit up the battlefield at Culloden. It was interesting to learn that, within an hour, more than 1,000 Jacobite Highlanders were killed while the English government (on the other side of the fight) only lost a handful of men. Very moving, but we did not need to spend an hour there.
OK, so we get back on the bus, then. Dana and I are pumped for the castle. The tour guide gets out the microphone and starts talking about our next stop. Want to know what she said? Well, I'll tell you. "It's mostly ruins. Not really worth visiting." Not really worth visiting?! Of course it's worth visiting! That's why I wanted to see it! Because it's just ruins! It was blown up by the Jacobites because they knew they had to destroy it to keep it out of the hands of the English government! Cool, right? Well apparently not to our tour guide. I know I wasn't the only one miffed about that. We literally got out, walked to the parking lot, took pictures, and got back on the bus. That's it.
Remember how I said this trip was advertised to be for Inverness and Loch Ness? Yeah, wanna know how much time we spent on the Loch? About 20 minutes. The time it took us to take pictures of the castle is all the time we got.
After the castle, we went up to the Loch Ness Exhibition Centre, took a picture of the statue of Nessie they have in a little pond, and left.
That was it. We stopped in Pitlochry on the way back, though. We were only supposed to have 30 minutes, but two idiots decided to hold us up for 15 minutes.
I did take some good pictures. I know this post was more complaining and I'm sorry. But I really did have some good photo opportunities. Because of the weather, there was always fog and that just seemed to make things more magical.
Oh! Bit of trivia here... Want to know how big Loch Ness is? Well, it's about 22 miles long and only 1 mile across at it's widest point. But it's depth is humongous! If you took the Empire State Building and tipped it upside down at the surface, it would not touch the bottom of the deepest part of the loch. Oh and if you took all the water in Loch Ness, it would be more than enough to fill up all the lochs in the UK. Furthermore, that water could cover the surface of the earth more than three times. Cool, huh?
So that's about it, really. I got some neat pictures, but the trip itself was a bit of a disappointment, not to mention our tour guide.
Thanks for reading. I'll have more in two weeks after my trip to London and then around Italy! Ciao!
Kilts checked to date... 101
Monday, March 29, 2010
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Au Revoir, Paris... Bonjourno, Roma... Show-off...
There is a story for this title. Promise. Just wait for it. I know. You're just dying to know, right? Well, hold on. That's the second half of this blog. I'm going to keep you waiting. Because I'm terrible like that.
OK, so here's the entire story... Or the important parts. I'm pretty sure I can't actually write a blow-by-blow post. Too much and, being an aspiring writer as some of you may know, I can easily ramble just to fill up space... Like I'm doing now.
Well, to begin with, my family decided to visit me. Or rather, they came to Europe with the excuse of visiting me, but really they were only in Edinburgh for about a day. Literally 24 hours. But, hey, they had a lot to do and not much time to do it in.
The family flew into London two weeks ago, landing sometime around noon on Saturday. I advised to take the free walking tour, but they were too tired. Understandable. They did make it to the Tower of London and Buckingham Palace and a few other cool places. Parliament and Big Ben were thrown into the mix. I wasn't there so I can't really recount that part.
Then came Edinburgh. Now, before I embark on the major percentage of the tale that I actually took part in, I want you to know that someone on this trip was cursed. Not the "I'm-falling-down-the-stairs-about-to-break-my-neck-in-a-foreign-country" kind of cursed... More like "every-time-I-say-it-could-be-worse-it-actually-gets-worse" kind of cursed. I love my family.
First off, there were no taxis at the airport. Don't ask me why. I don't know. But the fam had to hop on a bus. They did not ride it to the last stop like I told them to. The bus driver told them to get off at a different spot. We had to meet on Prince's Street and walk over the Royal Mile to get to the hotel. Then I really felt bad because I told them I wanted them to take the free tour... which met on the Royal Mile... the street/hill they had just hiked over... Eh. They'll live. Exercise is good, right? Apparently it was cold? I don't know. I heard some complaints, but they did enjoy it. Sadly, we were unable to make it into the castle. We saw it, took pictures, all that jazz, but by the time the tour was over, there would only be about an hour to look around and it just didn't seem plausible.
I was able to convince everyone but my brother to eat fish and chips on the Royal Mile. Then we went to a pub that night. No big deal. The next morning, we met for breakfast and they left for Dublin. I still had class so I had to wait to fly out until that night.
Now, let's return to that whole "someone's-cursed" thing. When I got to the airport in Dublin... no taxis. Déjà vu? There was a strike with the taxi drivers. No worries, though. My parents came to get me in a taxi. The problem was that the taxis were not lining up at the airport. Did I mention my dad fell while walking down the street before I got there? Remember the curse? Yeah. Nuff said.
The next morning, we headed out for Kilkenny, where we saw the castle. Tried to get to the cathedral, but the GPS device that came with the rental car did no good whatsoever. I cannot begin to describe the confusion. No cathedral. Then we stayed the night in Limerick. Again, remember the curse... We did have a good time that night, but when we tried to go to King John's castle the next morning, we found it to be closed for a fireworks display that night called Skyfest. Awesome. Saw another beautiful cathedral, though.
Next stop? Bunratty Castle. This was kind of cool because, not only was it a castle (which automatically means cool in my book), but it was surrounded by one of those models of how life would have been. They had a little village created. It was neat. I will admit that I'm not a fan of when they fix up the castles on the inside and recreate what they looked like. Just not as cool as the ruins... which we saw tons of out in random fields. One was even on a golf course. Cool, huh?
Anyway, we then headed to the Cliffs of Moher which were absolutely breathtaking. Just lovely. There was one rock, though, that was separate from the cliffs and sort of submerged. When the tide became lower, the water swirled around the rock and made it look like some sort of sea creature. A lot of people thought it was a whale, but one of the guys working there was telling my dad "Oh yeah, that gets people every time."
After that, it was straight back to Dublin... on very windy roads. Did I mention that this car was tiny? I understand cars are just smaller in general over here, but I was sitting in the back; Jackson's legs are too long, but Rylee and Mom get car sick and Dad was driving, but Kate never gets carsick. Well guess what... I got carsick. Worst car ride of my life. Gorgeous countryside (though not as green as Mom remembered or any of us expected), but still not a great car ride. Not until I finally was able to move up front and then we got back on the main motorway. So much better.
Did I mention that Rylee and Jackson had Domino's Pizza all three nights we were there? Yes, I'm backtracking, I know. Sorry. The first night, I got in late and it was the only place open. The second night, in Limerick, the hotel restaurant wasn't exactly their taste so they ordered it again. We had the same dilemma of late dinner on the third night... and not wanting to really have to find somewhere else. No worries, though. It's not like we were in Italy (yet).
On to Paris! Bonjour Paris! Paris, je t'aime! I still can't believe I saw the Eiffel Tower! It was our first night. The hotel was quaint and hidden away in a little courtyard. Perfect, in my opinion. I really liked that, because I had taken a little French (even I couldn't remember what "left" was), I was able to order orange juice in the morning or help out with reading some of the signs. It's the little things. Not to mention that it actually did help understanding their English. The first night all we did was see the Eiffel Tower. Then the next morning, bright and early, we headed for the nearest metro station and went to rent a car.
We headed to Versailles first. Super fun, though I didn't get to see the Queen's Hamlet, created by Marie Antoinette as a sort of private village getaway on the palace grounds. It was just too far and we did not have the time. It was one of the places I really wish I could have seen and I don't think I'll have time to go back. Oh well, maybe next time I'm in Europe, eh? Anyway, Versailles was beautiful. Tres magnifique! Absolutely gorgeous. My mom put it perfectly: "We've seen castles before, but this is a palace." Gold and paintings and sculptures and history everywhere you turned! A history buff's dream!
After that, we headed to Omaha Beach and Utah Beach. We spend longer at the former and then headed to the cemetery in between the two beaches. Had a bit of a difficult time when Ry and JB split off from Mom and Dad and me... the cemetery was closing and we still had not found my siblings. It was tough, but we finally all got back together, no harm done. After a few minutes at Utah Beach, we headed back for Paris.
Now, I would like to remind you once more of that curse. You wondered when it would come back, didn't you? I'll bet you did. Don't worry. You don't have to tell me. Well, the car we got actually had a GPS device built in (unlike the one in Dublin because that one was separate). I would like to point out that I put the address in correctly. However, the guidance took us too far northeast to actually get to our destination. I ended up putting in a street name from the map that was just west of our destination and we made it all right... After going down and around the Arc de Triopmphe. Fun times, huh? Not! I did notice as we were going into the garage where the car rental place was located that the street I had put into the device first was correct, but there was only a small section of it where we were. I don't understand it. I just don't.
The next day, we walked to the Louvre! Saw the Mona Lisa and the Venus de Milo. Beautiful masterpieces. We saw more, but those were the crowning achievements of the embarrassingly short visit. The thing was, though, we had to get to Notre Dame before I left for Edinburgh! The cathedral was breathtaking. I guarantee I'm going to use that term at least once more before I'm finished. Outstanding, stupendous, beautiful, marvelous. Those are all words to describe what I saw in those first few days with my family... but Rome would be better!
My family was in Rome the day before I was and I woke up to a text message from my dad... Here is our quick conversation:
"Good-bye, Paris!" Dad
"Au Revoir, Paris. Bonjourno, Roma!" Me
"Show off" Dad
So, after two days of class (and a project due... blegh!) I hopped on a plane Tuesday night bound for London Stansted airport. Stayed the night (or rather about 6 hours) at the Days Inn about 4 miles away and then went back to the airport. I had first breakfast in London and second breakfast in Rome! Those readers who are Lord of the Rings fans will understand. I would like to say that I thought of that at about 4am going on 3 hours of sleep.
Anyway, I got to Rome, couldn't find the driver my dad had said would pick me up (I was early) and had to wait around for 30 minutes before finding a different guy with the same company. He had my name on the card, but no one had said that the driver would be David and not Nino. Oh well. No harm done. I made it to the hotel, had a roll and then we met our tour guide for the next two days... Fabrizio!
This guy was friggin' hilarious! He was very excited about everything he said and very friendly. He was also quick and witty, which you don't always find in tour guides (at least from some of the experiences I've had). At one moment, he started saying the name "Jimmy" and pointing to my brother. Here's the conversation...
"Jimmy, Jimmy." *frantic gesture to the 16-year-old in the seat behind the driver* "What's your name?"
"Jack."
"Ok, Jimmy."
And Fabrizio continued to call my brother Jimmy for the rest of our time together. Maybe not quite so funny without the Italian accent, but say it out loud and it may be a bit more comical.
Point being, Fabrizio was a great guide. We saw the Colosseum (of course) and had a tour with another guy named Fabrizio (Fabrizio 2) through the Vatican (another must). We saw so much in two days and on the second day we ended up going outside Rome to Tivoli where we visited Villa d'Este. Absolutely beautiful gardens and an enormous fountain!
The third day, Fabrizio had to go to Florence so we made our way around the area of Rome near the Colosseum, wound around to the Spanish Steps and then decided to find something ourselves. Any readers see the movie "When in Rome"? I have not yet had the privilege, but apparently they use a fountain called Fontana de Amora (or something like that). Well we found the actual piazza where it should be situated and... it's not there. Seriously. We could tell by the yellow building in the background. There is no fountain in Piazza Borghese. Don't go looking. It won't be there.
Anyway, I had a lot of gelato. It was good, but a bit overrated. There was one place where the whole family agreed that it was delicious. It's a little restaurant that is sort of on a street above the ground level of the Colosseum, but looks out toward it. I cannot remember the name, but I know where it is. Anyway, I had lots of pasta and pizza, but I would recommend, if you're picky, to always stick with either Pizza Margherita or Spaghetti/Fettuccine Pomodoro. The first is a lot like cheese pizza (some places will add the traditional basil or fresh tomatoes) and the second is just pasta with tomato sauce. You may get tired of it, but I did try to be different a few times... not the smart thing to do. It's OK, though. I didn't starve. Too much bread!
I honestly don't know what else to say. Rome was by far my favorite. Of all the places I've visited since getting here to Edinburgh, Rome is number one. Hands down. So much history and it dates back 2,000 years and more! I just cannot fathom that! The oldest I saw in London was from about 1066 and the oldest in the US can't be more than... what? 250 years or so? Give or take a decade? It's just amazing to me that any of it has survived. If you get nowhere else in Europe, and you're a history buff or a hopeless romantic (or both), Rome is the place for you. Or if you just want some real Italian food.
Well, I believe that is all for me. I survived! And I'm going back to Italy in a few weeks time with my friend, Dana. Next weekend is the trip to Loch Ness. Look for another update then. Until next time!
Kilts checked to date... 95
OK, so here's the entire story... Or the important parts. I'm pretty sure I can't actually write a blow-by-blow post. Too much and, being an aspiring writer as some of you may know, I can easily ramble just to fill up space... Like I'm doing now.
Well, to begin with, my family decided to visit me. Or rather, they came to Europe with the excuse of visiting me, but really they were only in Edinburgh for about a day. Literally 24 hours. But, hey, they had a lot to do and not much time to do it in.
The family flew into London two weeks ago, landing sometime around noon on Saturday. I advised to take the free walking tour, but they were too tired. Understandable. They did make it to the Tower of London and Buckingham Palace and a few other cool places. Parliament and Big Ben were thrown into the mix. I wasn't there so I can't really recount that part.
Then came Edinburgh. Now, before I embark on the major percentage of the tale that I actually took part in, I want you to know that someone on this trip was cursed. Not the "I'm-falling-down-the-stairs-about-to-break-my-neck-in-a-foreign-country" kind of cursed... More like "every-time-I-say-it-could-be-worse-it-actually-gets-worse" kind of cursed. I love my family.
First off, there were no taxis at the airport. Don't ask me why. I don't know. But the fam had to hop on a bus. They did not ride it to the last stop like I told them to. The bus driver told them to get off at a different spot. We had to meet on Prince's Street and walk over the Royal Mile to get to the hotel. Then I really felt bad because I told them I wanted them to take the free tour... which met on the Royal Mile... the street/hill they had just hiked over... Eh. They'll live. Exercise is good, right? Apparently it was cold? I don't know. I heard some complaints, but they did enjoy it. Sadly, we were unable to make it into the castle. We saw it, took pictures, all that jazz, but by the time the tour was over, there would only be about an hour to look around and it just didn't seem plausible.
I was able to convince everyone but my brother to eat fish and chips on the Royal Mile. Then we went to a pub that night. No big deal. The next morning, we met for breakfast and they left for Dublin. I still had class so I had to wait to fly out until that night.
Now, let's return to that whole "someone's-cursed" thing. When I got to the airport in Dublin... no taxis. Déjà vu? There was a strike with the taxi drivers. No worries, though. My parents came to get me in a taxi. The problem was that the taxis were not lining up at the airport. Did I mention my dad fell while walking down the street before I got there? Remember the curse? Yeah. Nuff said.
The next morning, we headed out for Kilkenny, where we saw the castle. Tried to get to the cathedral, but the GPS device that came with the rental car did no good whatsoever. I cannot begin to describe the confusion. No cathedral. Then we stayed the night in Limerick. Again, remember the curse... We did have a good time that night, but when we tried to go to King John's castle the next morning, we found it to be closed for a fireworks display that night called Skyfest. Awesome. Saw another beautiful cathedral, though.
Next stop? Bunratty Castle. This was kind of cool because, not only was it a castle (which automatically means cool in my book), but it was surrounded by one of those models of how life would have been. They had a little village created. It was neat. I will admit that I'm not a fan of when they fix up the castles on the inside and recreate what they looked like. Just not as cool as the ruins... which we saw tons of out in random fields. One was even on a golf course. Cool, huh?
Anyway, we then headed to the Cliffs of Moher which were absolutely breathtaking. Just lovely. There was one rock, though, that was separate from the cliffs and sort of submerged. When the tide became lower, the water swirled around the rock and made it look like some sort of sea creature. A lot of people thought it was a whale, but one of the guys working there was telling my dad "Oh yeah, that gets people every time."
After that, it was straight back to Dublin... on very windy roads. Did I mention that this car was tiny? I understand cars are just smaller in general over here, but I was sitting in the back; Jackson's legs are too long, but Rylee and Mom get car sick and Dad was driving, but Kate never gets carsick. Well guess what... I got carsick. Worst car ride of my life. Gorgeous countryside (though not as green as Mom remembered or any of us expected), but still not a great car ride. Not until I finally was able to move up front and then we got back on the main motorway. So much better.
Did I mention that Rylee and Jackson had Domino's Pizza all three nights we were there? Yes, I'm backtracking, I know. Sorry. The first night, I got in late and it was the only place open. The second night, in Limerick, the hotel restaurant wasn't exactly their taste so they ordered it again. We had the same dilemma of late dinner on the third night... and not wanting to really have to find somewhere else. No worries, though. It's not like we were in Italy (yet).
On to Paris! Bonjour Paris! Paris, je t'aime! I still can't believe I saw the Eiffel Tower! It was our first night. The hotel was quaint and hidden away in a little courtyard. Perfect, in my opinion. I really liked that, because I had taken a little French (even I couldn't remember what "left" was), I was able to order orange juice in the morning or help out with reading some of the signs. It's the little things. Not to mention that it actually did help understanding their English. The first night all we did was see the Eiffel Tower. Then the next morning, bright and early, we headed for the nearest metro station and went to rent a car.
We headed to Versailles first. Super fun, though I didn't get to see the Queen's Hamlet, created by Marie Antoinette as a sort of private village getaway on the palace grounds. It was just too far and we did not have the time. It was one of the places I really wish I could have seen and I don't think I'll have time to go back. Oh well, maybe next time I'm in Europe, eh? Anyway, Versailles was beautiful. Tres magnifique! Absolutely gorgeous. My mom put it perfectly: "We've seen castles before, but this is a palace." Gold and paintings and sculptures and history everywhere you turned! A history buff's dream!
After that, we headed to Omaha Beach and Utah Beach. We spend longer at the former and then headed to the cemetery in between the two beaches. Had a bit of a difficult time when Ry and JB split off from Mom and Dad and me... the cemetery was closing and we still had not found my siblings. It was tough, but we finally all got back together, no harm done. After a few minutes at Utah Beach, we headed back for Paris.
Now, I would like to remind you once more of that curse. You wondered when it would come back, didn't you? I'll bet you did. Don't worry. You don't have to tell me. Well, the car we got actually had a GPS device built in (unlike the one in Dublin because that one was separate). I would like to point out that I put the address in correctly. However, the guidance took us too far northeast to actually get to our destination. I ended up putting in a street name from the map that was just west of our destination and we made it all right... After going down and around the Arc de Triopmphe. Fun times, huh? Not! I did notice as we were going into the garage where the car rental place was located that the street I had put into the device first was correct, but there was only a small section of it where we were. I don't understand it. I just don't.
The next day, we walked to the Louvre! Saw the Mona Lisa and the Venus de Milo. Beautiful masterpieces. We saw more, but those were the crowning achievements of the embarrassingly short visit. The thing was, though, we had to get to Notre Dame before I left for Edinburgh! The cathedral was breathtaking. I guarantee I'm going to use that term at least once more before I'm finished. Outstanding, stupendous, beautiful, marvelous. Those are all words to describe what I saw in those first few days with my family... but Rome would be better!
My family was in Rome the day before I was and I woke up to a text message from my dad... Here is our quick conversation:
"Good-bye, Paris!" Dad
"Au Revoir, Paris. Bonjourno, Roma!" Me
"Show off" Dad
So, after two days of class (and a project due... blegh!) I hopped on a plane Tuesday night bound for London Stansted airport. Stayed the night (or rather about 6 hours) at the Days Inn about 4 miles away and then went back to the airport. I had first breakfast in London and second breakfast in Rome! Those readers who are Lord of the Rings fans will understand. I would like to say that I thought of that at about 4am going on 3 hours of sleep.
Anyway, I got to Rome, couldn't find the driver my dad had said would pick me up (I was early) and had to wait around for 30 minutes before finding a different guy with the same company. He had my name on the card, but no one had said that the driver would be David and not Nino. Oh well. No harm done. I made it to the hotel, had a roll and then we met our tour guide for the next two days... Fabrizio!
This guy was friggin' hilarious! He was very excited about everything he said and very friendly. He was also quick and witty, which you don't always find in tour guides (at least from some of the experiences I've had). At one moment, he started saying the name "Jimmy" and pointing to my brother. Here's the conversation...
"Jimmy, Jimmy." *frantic gesture to the 16-year-old in the seat behind the driver* "What's your name?"
"Jack."
"Ok, Jimmy."
And Fabrizio continued to call my brother Jimmy for the rest of our time together. Maybe not quite so funny without the Italian accent, but say it out loud and it may be a bit more comical.
Point being, Fabrizio was a great guide. We saw the Colosseum (of course) and had a tour with another guy named Fabrizio (Fabrizio 2) through the Vatican (another must). We saw so much in two days and on the second day we ended up going outside Rome to Tivoli where we visited Villa d'Este. Absolutely beautiful gardens and an enormous fountain!
The third day, Fabrizio had to go to Florence so we made our way around the area of Rome near the Colosseum, wound around to the Spanish Steps and then decided to find something ourselves. Any readers see the movie "When in Rome"? I have not yet had the privilege, but apparently they use a fountain called Fontana de Amora (or something like that). Well we found the actual piazza where it should be situated and... it's not there. Seriously. We could tell by the yellow building in the background. There is no fountain in Piazza Borghese. Don't go looking. It won't be there.
Anyway, I had a lot of gelato. It was good, but a bit overrated. There was one place where the whole family agreed that it was delicious. It's a little restaurant that is sort of on a street above the ground level of the Colosseum, but looks out toward it. I cannot remember the name, but I know where it is. Anyway, I had lots of pasta and pizza, but I would recommend, if you're picky, to always stick with either Pizza Margherita or Spaghetti/Fettuccine Pomodoro. The first is a lot like cheese pizza (some places will add the traditional basil or fresh tomatoes) and the second is just pasta with tomato sauce. You may get tired of it, but I did try to be different a few times... not the smart thing to do. It's OK, though. I didn't starve. Too much bread!
I honestly don't know what else to say. Rome was by far my favorite. Of all the places I've visited since getting here to Edinburgh, Rome is number one. Hands down. So much history and it dates back 2,000 years and more! I just cannot fathom that! The oldest I saw in London was from about 1066 and the oldest in the US can't be more than... what? 250 years or so? Give or take a decade? It's just amazing to me that any of it has survived. If you get nowhere else in Europe, and you're a history buff or a hopeless romantic (or both), Rome is the place for you. Or if you just want some real Italian food.
Well, I believe that is all for me. I survived! And I'm going back to Italy in a few weeks time with my friend, Dana. Next weekend is the trip to Loch Ness. Look for another update then. Until next time!
Kilts checked to date... 95
Sunday, March 7, 2010
The Time Flies When You're Going Insane...
Guys, I know it's been a really long time since I posted anything. Sorry about that. I've been working on school stuff and trying to plan vacations for later in the semester.
To catch you guys up, I'm going to be traveling for the next five weekends. In a row. The first thing I'm excited about is that my family will be here in Edinburgh tomorrow! They flew into London yesterday. Tuesday, we all fly (separately because I have class) to Dublin where we'll spend a few days before hitting Paris. Then, I hop on a flight back to Edinburgh for two days of classes while my family heads to Rome where I will meet them Wednesday of that week.
When my family leaves Rome, I come back to Edinburgh. The following weekend, I shall be traveling to Inverness and Loch Ness with a group from the university, including my friend Dana. The weekend after that starts Easter Break. I'm hitting up London again and doing a bit of southern Italy with Dana.
Beyond that, I don't have much to tell you. Sorry it's so short, but I'll have LOADS to say when I get back; possibly more than one blog since I'm visiting quite a few cities.
Hope you all are doing well. Oh! I did get to the National Museum of Scotland today. Not much to say. It's quite interesting to go through the history of the country, though. Recommended, but not necessary if you only have a few days in the city.
Kilts checked to date... 58
To catch you guys up, I'm going to be traveling for the next five weekends. In a row. The first thing I'm excited about is that my family will be here in Edinburgh tomorrow! They flew into London yesterday. Tuesday, we all fly (separately because I have class) to Dublin where we'll spend a few days before hitting Paris. Then, I hop on a flight back to Edinburgh for two days of classes while my family heads to Rome where I will meet them Wednesday of that week.
When my family leaves Rome, I come back to Edinburgh. The following weekend, I shall be traveling to Inverness and Loch Ness with a group from the university, including my friend Dana. The weekend after that starts Easter Break. I'm hitting up London again and doing a bit of southern Italy with Dana.
Beyond that, I don't have much to tell you. Sorry it's so short, but I'll have LOADS to say when I get back; possibly more than one blog since I'm visiting quite a few cities.
Hope you all are doing well. Oh! I did get to the National Museum of Scotland today. Not much to say. It's quite interesting to go through the history of the country, though. Recommended, but not necessary if you only have a few days in the city.
Kilts checked to date... 58
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