To start my Mid-Term break, I bolted to the airport after finishing my last midterm Wednesday morning. When I entered London for my transfer to another flight on to Edinburgh, I was completely confused by all the English around me. After so much time being surrounded by German and pretty much only German, English with a British accent sounded more foreign to me. When trying to figure out which line I needed to get in, a woman who worked there asked me a question. After a second of complete lack of understanding, it finally clicked. She's speaking English. She asked my destination. I know the answer to this question. "Edinburgh" I butchered as she corrected my pronunciation with a "Oh. Edinborough." 'Well fine but why didn't they just spell it like that in the first place?' thought my confused and embarrassed mind. I only spent a grand total of about 10 minutes in Edinburgh before heading on a train to meet my friend in Stirling. Literally almost after she met me at the train station we went in true Scottish fashion to a local pub, where live celtic music was being performed. Welcome to Scotland.
The next morning Blake greeted me with my very own Hot Cross Buns! I must be in the UK or something. If only I remembered that old quip.
As is to be expected in pretty much every city worldwide, there were street performers. What WASN'T quite as expected was that street performers in Scotland includes men clad in kilts. Obviously there was a guy playing the bagpipes. What else was I actually expecting? Oh right - that my silly ideas of Scotland MUST be wrong. Think again. Kilts - check. Bagpipes on the street - check. Perfect.
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