today, we are in edinburgh. we walked a gazillion miles.
i had vegetable soup at a place called chocolate soup.
after this morning, i swore i would never walk anywhere ever again.
we sat in bed mid-afternoon eating trail mix kristen found in her bag.
too tired to walk to food.
i listened to the dirty dancing soundtrack.
i told kristen about all these great songs she’d be missing out on.
i showed her my dramatic dance i can do with only my left-hand to celine dion’s “it’s all coming back to me now” while my right-hand edits photos. she was impressed.
i discovered the “flip around so you can see what you’re taking a picture of, aka, YOURSELF” button on kristen’s iphone 4. it thrilled me. i only have an iphone 3. i took these beauties. i laughed til i fell on the ground. kristen sat down in a chair and laughed. i stayed on the ground. eventually i got up. i think i might have fallen once more.
on the way to dinner, we took a bus [because i am never walking again, remember?] sounds easy. it wasn’t.
we found the bus station. we didn’t want to wait. we walked to the next one to wait.
we made this video.
oh public transit. from Jamie Delaine on Vimeo.
yeah. see how that turned out?
we walked to the next bus stop to wait fifteen minutes.
we asked a man in line if the bus gave change [suburb girls… HELLO!]
turns out they don’t. we only had 10 pound notes.
i went to five stores asking, “could we possibly get change for the bus?”
four no’s, one yes. bless his soul.
we had change. we got on the bus.
we got off the bus two stops too late.
we walked back in windy weather to a restaurant ten minute’s walk from the original bus stop.
we took photos and drank coffee as we waited for our dinner.
we took more photos as we waited for dinner.
our food took an hour, but our ankle-jeans-and-keds-wearing cute indie waitress let us know it would be a while and we didn’t mind.
we watched the body language of the cute couple on a second-date/third-date [just a guess?!] beside us. cute.
we talked about everything and i marveled about how little i had thought/talked about work in the past two days. relatively speaking.
it feels good.
it’s european to have two-hour meals, right?
i loved it. i loved the atmosphere.
after dinner, we were going to walk to the hotel.
buses apparently aren’t our thing. we needed to burn the calories.
we started walking. we don’t know where we are going. we don’t have a GPS or a phone to use.
we also have very weak directional skills in general. [though mine have been on fire this trip. pretty proud.]
it was freezing. literally, dropping close to a freezing temperature here tonight.
k: do we cross here?
j: i don’t know.
k: i can’t tell where the cars are coming from.
left or right?
ahhh, THERE’S A CAR!
j: i feel scared.
k: ohh no. let it out. tell me how you feel.
j: i feel scared. and vulnerable. and cold. and alone. and self-conscious. and single. and full. and young. [and fill in about twenty other adjectives i threw out during this speech] and NORTH AMERICANNNN!!!
it was very cold.
one minute later.
j: i have a thought.
j: screw budgets. we’re in europe. get me a taxi.
k: i’m down.
it was a lovely drive home.
[yes, i’ll blog lovelier scotland photos soon.]