If I had been packed and ready to go, catching an 8pm train after my shift ended at 7pm would have worked perfectly.
Unfortunately I had picked the night before to go on one of my very very rare clubbing nights. *Sigh* (It was a great night, if you’re wondering). As it stood I got home and packed and ate and was out of the house in half an hour, biking down to Haymarket to catch my train to Lancaster. Continue reading
Considering Edinburgh has a park like the Pentlands right at its doorstep, it’s actually ridiculous that it’s taken me this long to get down to it. It was a beautifully contrasty day of bright bright sunlight and a few puffy clouds—typical Edinburgh, really—and Jeremy and I went for an afternoon hike. Continue reading
The first time I went to North Berwick was two days after Christmas. I crashed my bike on the way to the train station. Continue reading
Jeremy is back and we got on a plane to Munich.
in the airport!!
the train from the airport to munich city centre is EXACTLY LIKE THE O-TRAIN
After some delays we arrived at München Hauptbahnhof (Munich Central Station) quite late at night. Thankfully our hostel was quite close by because the area wasn’t the nicest after midnight. Continue reading
Innovative Learning Week.
…bullshite, it’s party/travel week.
Now, I really haven’t been doing much of either, mostly because I’m poor and all my friends are away traveling on the continent and I have a few days of work this week, BUT I have actually managed to do a few fun things to keep me from feeling those same blues I was feeling when alone at Christmastime. Continue reading
Right, so somehow I got the idea into my head that camping in January in Shetland was a great idea.
…it probably wasn’t, but that didn’t stop us from having a blast.
My boyfriend of two years, Jeremy, flew over from Canada to visit me for a few weeks, and the Sunday after he got here we packed up all the rented camping gear we had and took a train to Aberdeen where we caught the ferry to Lerwick, Shetland. Continue reading
So there I was, sitting on a four-day “weekend,” exceptionally bored.
Which really isn’t fair, since I just came back from a five-day tour of amazingness in the incredible Netherlands… But I had a shitty couple of shifts on the weekend at work (I really can’t deal with 9+ hour days, and I don’t know why they’re a thing here) and then proceeded to do, nothing, on Monday and Tuesday. (K, also not fair, because I totally went out to Dean Village on Tuesday). SHUT UP MY LIFE IS BORING I DO NOTHING.
But anyway, I was like, jeeeeez what am I doing sitting here when I have free time? Might as well explore Scotland! Continue reading
I was sitting at home trying to convince myself to get my lazy ass out of bed (unsuccessfully) when Katie called me and asked me if I wanted to go to Dean Village.
Sure! Continue reading
So I’ll admit it: I’m a foreigner living in Scotland and I have never been exposed to the Scottish identity piece that is the movie Braveheart.
How, you may ask, could I have missed out on such a basic aspect of popular Scottish culture when I was planning on wasting/rocking a whole year in Scottish hedonism? Continue reading