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Edinburgh castle from our front door

So I sorta got my ass kicked in the UK today.  Not too bad, I can still walk but still I feel like I got hit by a bus a little bit.  Which is so annoying since yesterday I was feeling on top of the world.  It all started around 4am this morning.  I screwed up and was too lazy to go the bathroom right before bed last night, which experience has taught me will most definitely require me to awaken at some point during the night to take care of business.  So I wake up at 4am, do my thing and then lie there tossing and turning for an hour.  Now part of the blame also lies with Eric since he made me take one of his signature marathon naps.  And since we slept for 3-4 hrs in the afternoon I think that had something to do with me awakening at such an early hour.  By 5am I was so annoyed that I just put my headphones on and started listening to music thinking that might put me back to sleep, but no, I sat there being shoved off the edge of the bed by my husband who was so happily asleep that he was talking in his sleep and trying to take over the entire bed.  We finally got up at 6:30, needless to say I am so tired and have been trying not to fall asleep all day so that I can sleep through the whole night.

Then comes the train ride, I was so excited to ride the train.  But we get on the train and can’t seem to find our seats, when I finally find them someone is sitting in them and they are kinda like “just sit where ever”  which we do.  At the next stop someone comes along whose seats we have now occupied and they stand there scowling at us until we move.  So we spent the entire 4.5 hours sitting across the aisle from each other trying not to barf.  I have a tendency to get car sick in the back seat of a car and apparently this illness translates to trains as well.  I thought I was going to decorate the unfriendly Scottish women sitting next to me with the contents of my stomach for almost the entire trip.  Ick.

Sleepy Eric

Then we get to Edinburgh and this nice man is like “follow me, I’ll give you directions to where you’re going”.  Which is great but we soon realize that we should have found a taxi at the station but off we go on foot with no real map or anything.  Oh and did I mention that it is like 35 degrees and windy?  So we wandered around the city for about 25 minutes lugging our bags behind us until we finally find this door in a very scary alley, that, according to the number on the door is our apartment.  I am now saying every prayer I can think of that this alley is no reflection of the inside of the apartment.  And can I get an Amen?  This place is freaking awesome.  Hot-tub bath, full kitchen and we are in one of the cooler districts in Edinburgh and we can see the castle from the front door.

So a great ending to what started out as a not so good day, this country is trying to see what I’ll do when faced with adversity, but I am a new woman.   I am going to get a good nights sleep tonight, I am going to wander around the city tomorrow and have a marvelous time and I am going to show the UK that this little American is one tough cookie. . . or biscuit as they say over here.

Check out the jets in the tub!

Kitchen!