First things first, some business to take care of.
To James, my dear new friend, I dedicate this post to you. May we have a long friendship (even if the post itself is a short one).
OK. So, after a verrrrry long bus ride, I am now in Edinburgh, Scotland. We left at around 8:30 am this morning, and only made one quick stop in Loch Ness. I looked my hardest for Nessie, but alas, she was no where to be found.
I'm still a believer, though.
But now we're in Edinburgh, from what I can tell, a very beautiful city. It's the first of the BIG places we're going on this trip. We were actually told that it would be beneficial to use a taxi while we were here. I've never used a taxi before in my life. Apparently there are many sections to this city.
Old and new.
Big and small.
Long and short.
Obviously, I exaggerate, but you get my drift. From the little I have seen thus far, it is quite lovely, though. I think we are going to take a ghost tour, perhaps, tonight. Now that should be quite interesting. Right up my ally! I wonder what the Scottish equivalent for "Here ghostie, ghostie!" is....
Cheers!
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So whatever happened to the broken toe story? And exactly how intoxicated were you when it happened?
Oh and Amanda wants to know who the hell is James?
I actually wasn't intoxicated at all when it happened. I was being all outdoorsy and adventurous.
What happened was I was attempting to climb a cliff when I got mt foot caught underneath a rather large Irish rock. I twisted in a way that the rock did not like, and apparently EVERYTHING over there has tempers, so, snap, broken toe. I didn't realize it was broken right away, but I did realize I was in excruciating pain right away.
I got intoxicated that night if that counts.
James is a rugby player from England I met while I was in Dublin. He was offended because I didn't mention him in my blog, so I gave him a shout-out.
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