If it's not Scottish it's CRAP! (May 12th)

FINALLY I am leaving Barcelona. I was there for quite some time.

But I'm a little older...a little wiser...and I'm finding sand in REALLY weird places.

The best part about today was that I was going to Scotland!!! My favorite place I've never even been too. I have to say, I think this is the part of the trip I've been looking forward to the most.

Because I was flying Ryanair, I wasn't flying directly out of Barcelona or directly into Glasgow. The reason Ryanair can make their flights so affordable is because they fly into airports NEAR the cities they are referring to...which meant that I had to pay to get a bus ride to and from the airports located about an hour away.

All in all though, travel was pretty smooth. On each leg of my trip I found myself plastered to the window looking at the beautiful scenery: The Pyrenees, the ocean, the Highlands. All of it was just gorgeous to see.

I resisted the urge to listen to the Braveheart soundtrack over and over again as I flew into Scotland...I'm saving that for later.

I got off the plane and found my train to Edinburgh, where I was going to stay my friend Kaylie and her boyfriend, Sam...which I am ETERNALLY grateful for a place to stay.
I had to change trains in Glasgow in order to get to Edinburgh, but I was a bit confused on how to do it because I had to walk to another train station a few blocks away. When I got off the train, a lady came up to me and asked me if I was going to the other train station. She overheard me ask the ticket taker guy where exactly to go and she insisted upon walking me about halfway to the other station to make sure I knew where to go. Such kindness...it was nice to feel the hospitality of the region so quickly into my time here in Scotland. I gotta say, it's a lot better than getting pickpocketed:)

I finally arrived in Edinburgh and I was a little heartbroken about having just spent about $12 on a crappy Burger King meal...ugh...but I needed food pretty badly.

I followed Kaylie's directions and I found her place no problem. I got in and met Sam and couldn't stop thanking them both for the place to stay and for all of their hospitality...probably almost to the point of annoyance, but I was thankful for the place to stay.

We chatted a bit and we watched the last half of the Bourne Identity (awesome!). I had been wanting to re watch it because of my recent trip to Paris I had seen a few of the sites where they filled the movie. And ya know, I always thought Damon was a bit of a Streisand but he really kicks some ass in that movie.

The movie ended and it was off to bed. I had just fallen asleep when a thundering noise coming from the streets. The sound was of heavy horse...shook the very ground. It was the British!

Luckily, I brought my Scotland liberating sword from home. I quickly rounded up some locals and we sent those Brits home. I told them to tell their King that Scotland's brothers and sisters are theirs no more!

Attached is a quick snapshot taken of me after the battle.

FREEEEEEEEDDDDDOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!