Okay, good news: I hiked Arthur's Seat! Actually, it was more of a climb. It's a misty and bleak day here in Scotland, but me, my friend Mary Caroline, and 2 of her friends from her dorm hiked up a steep and muddy Arthur's Seat. Once at the top it was difficult to see anything since it was so misty, but it was quite the accomplishment nonetheless. Also, hanging out with British people has made me talk more and more like a grandma. The way down was much more treacherous as we wanted to go a faster and less muddy way. Our way down was neither of these things as we found ourselves climbing down mini cliffs and scooting on our butts over steep and slippery rocks. But victory was ours; we made it down with only dirt on our hands and bums.
At the top! One of my eyes looks awkwardly small... |
at the top with friends! |
Oh, last night. Funny times: I saw 3 men (no relation to one another and in different areas) in kilts wandering the streets of Edinburgh; got a late-night veggie burger at a take-away restaurant that specialized in deep-friend pizza, sausage, and haggis. They also made a chip sandwich. As in a bunch of french fries in a bun. Surprisingly, it did not look appetizing even though it was a combination of 2 of my favorite things.
One of many men in kilts. This older man was helping a much younger looking woman get into a cab. I guess men in skirts are just irresistible here |
Cheerio! (people don't actually say that here...but I like it anyway)
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