Scotland the Brave

I’ll be headed off to Scotland in a few days.

I’m excited but also a bit nervous too. I’ve never been overseas before. I’ve never even been out of my own country before. Well, that’s not technically true. I did cross over into Canada once, on a school trip. It was very educational. I learned that….well…umm…I learned that I’m very good at stalking–I followed my crush around, unseen, practically the whole time; I learned that I value my sleep–two of my roommates stayed up the whole night singing Biz Markie’s “he’s just a friend” at the top of their lungs. I threw the bedside bible at them. it’s what Jesus would have done too, trust me; and I learned that the walkways around Niagara Falls are very slick on cold April mornings–did I mention that was the one moment my crush chose to notice me? Ugh.

I never thought I’d actually find a use for this!

Everyone I talk to tells me I will have a wonderful time in Scotland, that it will be a trip worth remembering. I’m choosing to believe them. I hope they don’t let me down! I fell in love with Scotland, from afar, a little over 15 years ago. for the history, the scenery, and just the magical of another time quality of the place.

 

if Margaret tries to follow me back to the hotel with a pity basket, I’ll gladly accept. this trip is expensive!

and in just a few days time I will be there,

for REAL!

Hopefully I’ll have all kinds of fun things to tell you when I come back.

In the meantime:

That man is so wise