We’ve arrived at the end of my trip. The last walk.
The way I remember it, the wind was blowing like mad. I have no idea how these pictures came out looking so peaceful.
Another time, I want to climb to the top. I’ll have to go back.
I think I could live in Edinburgh. Next lifetime, maybe.
Hope your week is off to a good start.
To those of you who advised me to go to Scotland: YOU WERE SO RIGHT. I get it now. In order to get there, I had to endure a bout of verbal abuse from a disgruntled airline employee whom I will henceforth remember as Psycho EasyJet Guy, but I made it. My friends greeted me in Edinburgh with a bag of Mini Cheddars, and shortly after, there was a homecooked meal and a long sleep on a very comfortable air mattress, and then I fell in love with Scotland. Christophe and Gemma, my friends in Edinburgh, are good walkers. I admire that quality. They might say, Let’s go for a walk, and you’ll be out for six hours. We spent…Read more