I am currently in Inverness Scotland. The place of my ancestors, the Highlands. I find that I am picking up an accent at an alarming rate (I usually don't catch on to things of that nature). I've been to Edinburgh Castle as pictured above. I've seen the hairy, "heelan' coos" (highland cows), had haggis, neaps, and tatties. Gone whiskey tasting. I'd like to think that I am becoming a Scottish Lass, but there is still much to do. I intend to not be the typical tourist of being unfriendly and unwilling to "blend in." There is still much food to taste and things to see. I would like to have a few more castles under my belt. And also tackle a "munroe," A hill that is at least 3000 ft high.Not only do I want to be the typical tourist, but I also don't want to be another "high maintenance" traveling girl. Jeremy has definitely been good to me in the sense of getting a feel for the real Scotland. An example of this is the pub crawl I will embark on tomorrow evening with Jer bear and my brother in old town Inverness. I better keep on truckin'!
