To say that my trip has been anything short of wonderful would be an understatement. This has been on of the best trips that I’ve been on in my life. During my last trip to Europe in 2013, I was still too depressed about my separation from my ex-husband. I had awful insomnia, I was crying all the time, and I just couldn’t enjoy the fact that I was in England and France—two places that many Americans would never get the chance to see. I had also taken a leave of absence from work in order to hit the reset button, so money was a huge concern for me. This time, I have a paycheck and have given myself ample time to heal post heartbreak. I was a happy being before I left Virginia, so it was only amplified during my many stops along the way.
This visit has been filled with joy and the creation of memories with my dear friends and family. It has been beautiful. I’ve gotten to reconnect with one of my best friends, Nicole, and that has been so wonderful after three years apart. She and I met in Afghanistan (she’s mentioned in earlier posts). If she and I could have fun in such a place as that, then we were guaranteed an awesome time in Scotland and Ireland. This entry will be about my time in Scotland.
Nicole and I spent a total of five days in Scotland. Two of those days were spent in Edinburgh, while the remaining three were spent on a Highland bus tour with a company called Haggis Adventures. We arrived on Wednesday afternoon and checked into our AirBNB in really the most charming area called Dean Village. It was quiet and tucked away from the business of Edinburgh but still a walkable distance to all the activities and sites. It had a courtyard where people still dried their laundry on a clothes line. It’s too freaking cute.
I met up with the aforementioned Scotsman and he is neither a killer or a psycho. He is very kind and thoughtful. And… I’m coming back I October to be his wedding date. So, I think you can say that we hit it off.
Scotland’s beauty is unlike anything that I’ve seen. While I’m partial to the French countryside, Scotland looks like a post card almost everywhere that you turn. All of the cute sheep out grazing made me want to ask the bus driver to pull over, so that I can run out and snuggle as many as possible.
There was something about being there that gave me such peace. It felt like home. I can’t wait to go back again!