the ‘deen + edinbrrrah

The Wednesday before spring break, Nathan visited us. We think that he is maybe the first pure tourist to come to Aberdeen since 2009. At least.

We showed him an Aberdeen Wednesday and Thursday, and then Friday we all left for Edinburgh. Barely.

The bus was supposed to leave at 1:35…

Reid arrived at 1:45. And we were luckily still there. Because we stalled. a bit./a lot.

It was a bit of an ordeal when we got to our rental flat, because you could only book for 4 people online but there were 5 of us staying there, yada yada.

At any rate, we settled in, and got the infamous British Chinese takeaway. Chase and Thomas and I went out that night and explored Edinburgh. We met some interesting people on the way home…the belt guy has forever been immortalized in our minds and hearts. I don’t know that I’ve ever laughed that hard in my whole life. This is his less-drunk friend, for perspective:

The next day, we went on a walking tour of the Royal Mile and surrounding area. I was in love with out tour guide, she was hilarious. She’s from Berlin, but had a bit of a Scottish accent, and she talked about geology in the first five minutes of the tour.

I really enjoyed the walking tour, because we actually got to learn some history. Everywhere else we’ve been, we just kind of sight see without knowing a lot of the stories. Like this one. Maggie’s driver decided to take her back to the city…Why didn’t he just leave her somewhere…? Life’s questions.

On Sunday morning, we needed a 2:50am alarm to get to the airport for our 6:30 flight to Rome. We made it, but not without a bit/lot of confusion. It was daylight savings. So. all our phones and clocks were wonky. Luckily we ended up okay, and on the plane!

Look at my crazy face. And look where I am. Exactly.



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