While in the UK, I hadn’t planned on going up to Scotland. But I had a few days in between Liverpool and heading back to London and couldn’t decide where else in England to go. My friend Brendon was in Edinburgh and said I should meet him there. And so, I did. In my three short days in Scotland, I fell in love and am dying to go back, explore more of the cities, explore more of the countryside, find the Loch Ness Monster, eat a deep fried Mars Bar. But, for now, three days in Edinburgh will have to suffice…
My friend convinced me to go on a the Budget Backpackers pub crawl. It ended up with me almost losing my point and shoot in a club and sitting on a bench crying until a security guard found it on the floor. This is why I don’t like pub crawls. But anyways, this drink was called Kryptonite. So, obviously, I was afraid it was going to kill me.
File this under things you didn’t know about Brendon.
A comedy mask on a post.
Rodin’s The Kiss at the Scottish National Gallery.
While on a dark night tour our guide was telling us about the fairies who lived on this hill. And I snapped this photo. I am convinced that I captured a fairy on “film.”
Jacob’s Ladder — up which bodies were carried to the cemetery.
Just as I was going to take a photo of this heart of the sidewalk of the Royal Mile, a man spit on it and I just thought, “gross,” and walked away. I later found out that locals spit on the Heart of Midlothian for good luck.
My first haggis, neeps, and tatties. It was actually pretty tasty (though dousing it in gravy might have helped).
The view from Edinburgh Castle.
Inside Edinburgh Castle.
The Christmas market.
Greyfriars Bobby. This dog watched over his owner’s grave for fourteen years.
The grave of Thomas Riddell. JK Rowling walked through this cemetery for inspiration when writing Harry Potter.
Hi, I'm Val. I spent most of my 20s in a standstill, unable to pick which path in life I wanted to take. I wanted the nomadic life of a traveler but also wanted the husband, the condo, and the kitten. Unable to decide which life I wanted more, I did nothing. When I turned 30 I’d had enough of putting my life on hold and decided to start “choosing my figs.” So, I quit my job, bought a one-way ticket to Europe, and traveled for three years. Now I'm back in Chicago, decorating my apartment in all the teal, petting my cats, and planning my next adventure.