Train to Inverness. (Warning: bad pictures ahead). Ceol Beol music session. This was where I ran into J&H. More less-than-good pictures. I blame the lighting. And also my camera. Inverness. Inverness Islands.
Growth. Change.
Before I left the States, as we Americans-Abroad call them, people told me extended stories about how, during this trip I would Grow and Change and isn’t life the most amazing thing, with the Growing and Changing on this trip that will allow Growth and Change? I scoffed at them. I freely admit this. I
In Which I am Awkward
It’s been a trip of last-minute plans. This morning, for instance, my plans ended after “breakfast.” I find that I’m much happier having plans about a day in advance. Here? Not so much. Tonight? Jamie and Hans are playing a concert, and then…? There might be beer happening. I feel like there should be food
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Prologue:Fashion here, as I think I’ve said before, is a really strange thing. One of the bigger trends now is patterned tights. Stockings. Whatever you want to call them. But they have lacy patterns on them, generally, and a lot of women wear them. I’m not totally against it – it’s a clever new twist
Must remember to pay rent tomorrow. Bleah. Paying rent. It was incredibly windy today. It was the kind of wind that you get at the seaside, which I suppose Edinburgh is. Blustery enough that it made you seriously reconsider the direction in which you were traveling. It was fantastically helpful when it was pushing you
Nothing terribly interesting. Yesterday I headed out to the grocery store only to get stopped by opera music eminating from the front of St. James Centre (a mall, for the curious). Turned out to be Bohème, a five-man man band, as they called themselves. They were doing sidewalk concerts to raise money for Save the