My bed is, quite literally, fit for a hobbit. After the blind bathroom fiasco and 'what the heck is this thing' towel warmer experience (thank jeebus I didn't burn the room down. Apparently the red switch on the wall turns on the space age towel warmer...so...light switch #2 demystified), I went to lay down in my cozy little bed...which was a bit TOO cozy, as I had to curl up into a ball to keep my ankles from hanging off the end of it. Thank you mom and dad for the incredible hulk genes. =]
So it will be a miracle if I can walk tomorrow... Hiked 3.5 hours up Arthur's Seat (which was once an active volcano), which involved rock climbing, bunnies EVERYWHERE (I literally geeked out when I saw them popping in and out of their holes. Makes me want to re-read Watership Down...), and a whole lot of peer pressure. Good news is, got to do some viking style graffiti on Arthur's Seat, so maybe 10k years from now someone will do a research paper on who Ashley Jameson is and why she wrote "I Lived!" on the top of a volcano. The view was INSANE.
Other highlights:
1. Ate my first Mars bar in the UK. Not fried yet, getting there.
2. Had to pry myself away from the cast of Mary Queen of Scots' tomb at the Scottish National Museum. And I do mean pry. (Side Note: 3 months of painstaking research and 25 page paper officially WORTH IT.)
3. Got whistled at by a HS boys Boxing team. While looking like 'shite.' So...apparently foreigners are easy to spot?
4. Shopping on the Royal Mile is a dangerous game. There's a store that sells tartan tights. My brain says 'no,' but my heart says 'DO IT.' And I will.
5. I...LOVE...paying in pounds. It's like a logic game every time I step up to the counter....'which monarch will I use next?!' The guy at the dinner counter congratulated me for giving exact change.
Oh, and very nearly got hit by a car(s) today. Got stuck in the middle of the street while trying to cross like a local, actually. You know traffic moves backward here. (Hope you're not reading this mom... =] )Now time to retreat into Scottish shower heaven. Which it truly is. (If my heaven does not include a Scottish shower and unlimited Cadbury chocolate, would it be rude to ask for a different one? Just wondering.)Trip to the Scotland/England border tomorrow. Giggidy.
Aye!
-Ashley
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