It’s hard to believe I’ve only been here for a week – I believe that the Calvin and Hobbes “The Days Are Just Packed!” book title sums up what life is like right now, and what life should be like.
That, and only that, keeps me from feeling guilty about not giving my loved ones enough updates on my adventures. I PROMISE I’m keeping a journal so I won’t forget it all. Two “snapshots”:
SNAPSHOTS OF SCOTLAND
1) I slept the first night on the mattress because I didn’t have sheets. Not knowing how to work the radiator, I also froze. Not to be discouraged, I found Marlene the linen lady the next day and got my first set of Scottish sheets, along with…
A free set of golf clubs.
Yep, that’s right. My golf hole-playing total is nine, and I was just granted a free set of clubs that someone had left two semesters ago and never come back for (yes, right-handed, I checked thanks to Revantha my left-handed Sri Lankan friend). It did, however, take me thirty minutes to figure out how to put Scottish sheets on. And no, they’re not really that different.
2) Our last night in Edinburgh: myself, Alan Jackson, Christian, Nick, and Will went to get something to eat (ending up, of course, in a pub) before climbing Arthur’s Seat – the mountain behind the new (and quite heinous) Scottish Parliament building – and heading straight back to another pub, where Nick, Alan Jackson and I were subsequently adopted by three Irishmen who knew every word to the Rage Against the Machine songs that the Scottish coverband was playing. We finally found dinner at 3:30 am.
PS – St. Andrews is on thefacebook.com now. Look for Mark Clayton Hand 😉