In the last week or so of my trip I panicked and became determined to go travel somewhere. It’s unfortunate that I didn’t get that urge earlier, but you do what you have to do. My last two days came down to 1. going to Glasgow to get my father’s Christmas present(s), and 2. going […]
Things I should be doing now or in the next few days: 1. Finishing up Christmas presents; 2. Cleaning out my room, getting rid of things I don’t need/want; 3. Finish/continue writing about my trip; 4. Go dancing, FINALLY; 5. Decorating for Christmas; 6. Making Christmas cookies; 7. See people; 8. Watch old episodes of
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I leave Edinburgh today. I fully reserve the right to run around screaming and possibly also crying. Fear not, gentle readers. I still have plenty of stories to impart upon you, including: 1. My North Carolina replacement. 2. What the Hukilau is and how I got roped into performing it. On stage. In front of
One of the train rides Dancer Folks Orkney Kirkwall Mull Head The Gloup The Ferry Ride Back That tall bit of rock is the Old Man of Hoy Haggis Tour Doune Castle Site of Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Callander I think. I’m pretty sure that’s the town we were in. Rob Roy’s Graveyard
A (very) few photos of dancer folk: Some dancers rockin’ the shim sham. A super-stylin’ Bjarte. The lovely Angela and me. 10 days left. Holy hell.
I realize a while ago that it took me about three months to get really tired of traveling. For the past few weeks I’ve had no motivation to go anywhere. Even when I decided on a destination it took me a week to get moving. I’ve been sedate and tired and thinking fondly of going
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How on earth is it December already? Good gravy. I have a free piece of advice for you. If you’re planning to go to Europe and cook while you’re there you should either 1. leave all of your recipes behind and forget you ever had them, or 2. bring a good metric conversion chart, plus
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Well, it’s nearly 9pm on a Tuesday night. By all rights I should be at the local swing dance, but I’m instead in my room with wine and knitting. Why? Well, yesterday was BenAndHelen’s dance lesson. I went, as I do, to the intermediate lesson. Their first move involved the follow (that would be me)
I went on another tour, this one departing from Edinburgh. I decided to try out Haggis tours, which caters to the 20-something set. While this isn’t usually my scene (I’m not totally keen on the way most people my age act), I decided to give it a shot. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad! Lies.
There was a time before I left for Orkney and increasing during the week after where I would hear loud cracking sounds outside. It sounded like a gunshot or car backfiring, but with some frequency. I didn’t see anyone running, so I figured it wasn’t the former, and happened to often for me to think