Edinburgh --- the day I lost track of time in a museum...
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July 14th, 2007 – by: ariosa
This day was also a pretty rough one. It started in tears, alone, of course, because I was beginning to realize the length and breadth of just how much I like being in my own surroundings when I want to be, and how hard it was to be around other people for great lengths of time without being able to be in my own space. And how hard it was to be in a culture that was not so much different from mine, but just enough to make me feel a bit off. The jet lag didn't help either. I think, perhaps, that every single traveler must feel like this at some time.
This was also the day I started to feel normal again. Damn jet lag all to hell anyway! Caroline and I hopped the train at Uphall station, and zipped off into Edinburgh, arriving just before noon. We wandered up to the High Street (the Royal Mile), and then, as Caroline hadn't seen it, went to the Museum of Scotland. If you've never been, and find yourself in Edinburgh -- GO! I cannot stress this enough. We wandered through many exhibits on the history of Scotland for almost 2 hours, before Caroline had to leave me to head back home and go to work.
I was a bit chagrined at having spent so much time in the museum when there was so much more to see, however, as those tardy ones of us poured back out onto the street with the museum doors closing behind us.
Got off the bus at the end of the tour, and wandered into Princes Street park, where there was a free concert going on! For some reason, forgot to take pictures. Too busy dancing ;) However, at this point, the sun was starting to go down, and I realized I'd better make my way back to Uphall station, because I wasn't quite sure how to get home, and didn't really want to be doing it in the dark! Once back at the station, I called myself a cab, since I -just- missed the bus as it zoomed by me.
Of the two big cities here in the central belt, I have to say that Edinburgh wins out. I liked Glasgow a lot -- and felt that it got a bad rep from others who talked about it with me. But Edinburgh.... oh, Edinburgh is beautiful, and it felt like home. In fact, if I had to compare them to cities at home, Glasgow reminded me of Toronto (though a little of Seattle, too. Though I have to say that the subway stations stank like Toronto's. I have memories of Eglinton West that will never leave me), but Edinburgh has the laid-back feel of Victoria and to a lesser degree, Vancouver. I could totally see myself living here. I had planned to go back to Glasgow this week, but I think I'll go visit Edinburgh more, instead!!
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