The nearly steady drizzle in Edinburgh didn't keep Josh and Beth and I from exploring the streets by foot, taking it all in - glory and graffiti alike - though it did probably push us into the pub a bit more frequently than we may have gone had the sun been shining bright on our days shared here.
And we went to the Isle of Skye - I'd tell you about its splendor but you wouldn't believe me, you'd say that my contact lenses must have a rose tint to them, and maybe you'd be right - but there's no denying: it was the stuff of dreams.
Ewan McLeod was our guide, the driver of our bus, and a storyteller at heart. He enjoyed profanities like a school boy enjoys sweeties (which is what Ewan and most other Scotsmen call candy). He was packed to the brim with energy, creative information, and convictions that rubbed pleasantly though not comfortabley on my soul.
We played cards. One time I got twenty-one points and Josh and Beth only had two or three if you added all their points together. It's really fun playing cards with them because they bicker like they've been married for at least fifty years. We laughed a whole bunch. And we ate almost the same amount.
They left yesterday and I am assuming, after a long day of travel, got home to the Belfast that isn't in Northern Ireland safely.
I'm leaving Edinburgh for a few weeks and I may or may not be writing stuff here on 'aramgorn' during them. Still pray for me though, and chances are I will pray for you a time or two.
Bus tonight to Canterbury, my Great Aunt Doris lives there. We're going to play Skip-bo and tell tales - Canterbury ones.
Thursday March second I fly from London to Genoa in northern Italy. Thursday March twenty-third I fly from Santiago de Compestelo in northern Spain back to London. I'll let you know about the in between stuff after I find out about it.
"And he felt the joy of a traveller discovering a new, unfamiliar, and beautiful world." (tolstoy)
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