I love Edinburgh. It's one of the easiest places to be -- the people are friendly, the weather's not too bad, and there's something about the air that's just so welcoming. However, my plans almost always get derailed in Edinburgh. One day over spring break, I woke up with every intention of going . . .
the one with the buses
I went to the highlands of Scotland over spring break (in March, which was long ago, I know), and while I was there, I decided I wanted to become a sheep farmer. But that's for later. Probably after I finish university. At the time, I still had to make it back to St. Andrews to finish out the . . .
the one with the disembodied face
I had planned a peaceful Wednesday during independent reading week, where I just caught up on all my work and ate ice cream. But my academic mom decided that we should go to Edinburgh, and since I love trains, I couldn't turn that down. We ended up just barely catching the train, but really, . . .
The one with raisin
At St. Andrews, there is an age-old tradition called "Raisin Weekend" - which is essentially a weekend of highly bizarre games culminating in a costumed shaving foam fight. Over the course of a month and a half, freshers are expected to find themselves "academic families," older students that . . .
the one with the bloody debate
Normally, I carry a first aid kit with me everywhere. I have one in my car, in my room, usually in my backpack, and in my desk. The other night, I remembered why. I was cutting my nails, and decided to save myself some pain and clip off my hangnail that was just begging to rip and bleed . . .
the one with the golf
St. Andrews is supposedly the birthplace of golf. Therefore, it is only rational that I play golf at least once while I'm here. Naturally, that means mini golf. And by mini golf, I mean putting. However, I can't putt. Apparently, my deficiencies draw audiences like my capabilities can't. On . . .
the one with the trains
I am not often excellent at navigating, and I will freely admit this to just about anyone. After all, that's what navigation apps were made for. And, I guess, maps and compasses and all that. That said, I thought I could fairly easily navigate getting from St. Andrews to Glasgow, and back - it . . .
The one where I move in
Since I have come to Europe, my bag has not grown much heavier, but my suitcase is swelling nonetheless. This proves problematic when I have to lift my suitcase onto luggage racks far too many times - trains, buses, and the like. Despite this, I still have about 80 Tesco runs to do. I'm sure I . . .
The one where I broke the castle
Museums are difficult for me because I like to touch things. At the National Museum of Scotland, I could actually touch the space rocks and other exhibits. At Edinburgh Castle...not so much. While it is absolutely gorgeous, and there are tons and tons of cannons - from the kind that you could use . . .
The one with the dolls
Scotland apparently enjoys its mannequins. I, however, do not. A quick stop in an Edinburgh secondhand bookshop and a chat with the store owner (Till's Books, the owner is fantastic), directed me to the Museum of Childhood in the city centre. My cousin had also told me about the People's Museum, . . .