I’m not going to lie, because you know I’m terrible at it. You’ll see right through it anyways, because as I sit for the first time in 9 days and wait to board, the only thing to do is to write and feel after a tremendous week. And when Jacquie feels, the tears come, and when the tears come, the impulse to be taken over by emotion takes reign, and I am left a blubbery mess in public, in Heathrow airport.
I pounded pavement for 9 days, creating an awesome blister that my pinky toe will never forgive. I saw Big Ben, The Thames, Parliament, Westminister Abbey, the V & A Museum, Buckingham Palace, and Trafalgar Square.
I experienced two epic nights of clubbing that will require at least 6 months of detox for my liver, long live Tequila (and the Queen of course.)
I spent two amazing nights in Edinburgh one in a hostel and one in a hotel- I walked cobblestone streets and drank whiskey. (See about the detox thing?!?) I experienced sun in Scotland!!! An incredible view of Arthur’s seat from Edinburgh castle and ate pulled pork in the grass market…I love that place.
But you know what made it the best trip ever? Making connections.
I met a charasmatic and life filled Woman of Bones, I met Jim Mackintosh of Perth and connected with the landscape of the beautiful Highlands because of Jims generosity, I walked and talked for hours with my Marnie…and I even met a new side of myself….But that’s a post for another day.
It’s time to find my gate…now help me remember, it’s B39. 😉