day four - Haggis anyone? A lie in, a Scottish breakfast, winding stairs and Glasgow Shopping

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A Scottish breakfast and Arthur's Seat across the Meadows
I lied in as most normal people do on a Saturday morning. As active an explorer as I am, it's still a two week vacation and I am allowed to rest and relax...I just choose not to most of the time. I woke up without a hangover and took my time getting out of bed and preparing for the day. But by the time I got myself together, I was starving. Phil and I walked across the Meadows to the Golf Tavern where he insisted I eat a traditional Scottish breakfast....haggis and black pudding and all. The whole Scottish experience...

11 am and we were the first ones in. Nice place. Clearly renovated as it wasn't exactly an old tavern. The staff was busy preparing for the evening's rugby match. England versus South Africa in the Rugby World Cup.
Edinburgh Museum of Art and a side view of the Scott Monument
I know Erin was planning on going to a rugby-watching party back in London. If I wasn't in Edinburgh, I would have gone too. I used to be a rugby player myself (yes, really! Petite me.) Anyways, people started to arrived shortly after we did, ordering breakfasts themselves. I tried my best to keep an open mind. You hear stories about haggis and black pudding and after my little brother did a project on Scotland and was ranting about how icky haggis is, my stomach started to turn as I waited for my meal. "Do you know what they put in it?!?!?" Well I've eaten my share of strange things so I figured I'd give it a shot. Phil insisted it actually tastes good. The plate arrived and smelled delicious.
View of Calton Hill and Arthur's Seat from the top of the Scott Monument
Besides the eggs, tomato, sausage, beans and mushrooms, I didn't recognize everything else. I told Phil to wait till I finish eating to identify the other things. I ended up eating practically the entire plate and very much enjoyed it. Haggis...tastes good! Really!

After breakfast, we headed back to Princes Street, planning on catching the train to Glasgow for the afternoon. We passed the Scott Monument and Phil decided we should climb it. Climb it?? Uhhh....I stared up and wondered how we'd do that. I didn't see any stairs. Oh no. You climb in it. 287 steps to the top. And not a regular straight staircase up...we're talking about a very narrow winding staircase up with several levels to walk onto and have a look around.
Shopping in Glasgow
You're lucky if you can squeeze by people coming down. Me, suffering from a fear of heights, made Phil walk up first to psychologically reassure myself that it could be done and by the time we got to the top, we were both breathing hard from the workout. The staircase got really narrow right at the top and even I had to squeeze through to emerge on top. The view was quite impressive from the top and I was glad we climbed it. It was just a bit of a challenge. I made Phil walk down first as I joked I might tumble down the steps in my klutziness and needed someone to break the fall. It felt like we climbed down forever, winding our way around and around and around and I started to feel dizzy when we miraculous hit the bottom. People walking down before us made us laugh all the way down as they joked about the number of steps.
Peacock decoration and Gallery of Art in Glasgow
"Are we there yet? No? Argh! Are we there yet? No? Bah! Are we there yet?" Phil and I were both laughing by the time we emerged onto the street. We survived...and we couldn't look at stairs again for the rest of the visit.

It was a one hour train ride to Glasgow and I dozed a little on the train, devising silly plans to take the train north and kidnap a bear cow and other absurd plots to keep myself occupied. The train finally pulled in to the station of Queen Street and I marveled at the sign written half in English, half in Scottish Gaelic. How neat! We walked along the main shopping street and visited the Museum of Modern Art. I figured I'd have to get SOME kind of art gallery visit into my trip...culture and inspiration and all that jazz. Well...I am really not a fan of modern art. Quite frankly, photographs of urine-filled balloon projectiles and paintings a 2 year old can do are not art for me. Give me something old and detailed and realistic or dream-like. Give me Botticelli, Leonardo, Michaelangelo, Rossetti, Waterhouse, Dali, Van Gogh...even Picasso! But modern art? I don't get it. Well we did a quick tour of the Museum and then went shopping. Hehe. I needed something to wear for Phil's b-day. I settle on a pretty black dress, v-neck line with sparkles. Oh and the shoes....we had to get out of there...FAST. :) Phil said Glasgow was good for shopping. So we did just that and then headed back to Edinburgh.

We watched movies in the evening. Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz. Hilarious.

I'm totally loving Edinburgh and trying to imagine myself living and working in Scotland. Oh I could easily settle here....


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