Haggis, kilts, and a deep range of lovely accents. Can you guess where I spent my weekend? That’s right! In the inexplicably stunning Scotland, where rain comes down in sheets, sheep and cows roam every plain, and happiness is of high abundance. Upon arrival in Edinburgh, we made our way to hostel number one. I’ve never experienced staying in a hostel, and I must admit, it wasn’t as horrible as I had anticipated. We spent the night doing a haunted walking tour, and running around the quaint little town, making the most of the short time we could spend there. But surprisingly, it wasn’t simply love at first sight. The second day, we explored more of the mysterious land of Scotland on a Wild and Sexy bus tour, which is where we learned stories about bad fairies hidden under stones, the history behind abandoned castles, and the irn bru song, along with much needed and plentiful stops for photos. I can easily say that around this time, the love began to sink in, 500 miles and 500 more. We finally made our way to our second hostel, the ever so lovely Saucy Mary’s on the Isle of Skye. We spent the night living like locals, listening to some great Irish music in the Yes Pub, getting to know some interesting Scottish people and teaching each other a little something about our differing cultures. The third day, we spent seeing more of the breathtaking landscape, stopping to stare out into the vast openness of all nature had to offer in this remarkably untouched gift of purity and solitude, and snapping a quick picture to have it with me forever. As if my memory wouldn’t be enough. With toga parties at our middle of nowhere Loch Ness hostel, climbing up to Dun Beag Broch, trying some authentic haggis and deep fried mars bars, seeing and hearing the stories waiting to be heard at the Culloden Battlefield, and talking with Scotsmen making fun of Cali girl accents, getting back on that train to London wasn’t easy. Scotland was so astoundingly charming, leaving so abruptly didn’t seem right. I think it’s fair to say that loving Scotland came effortlessly, and 500 miles on repeat wouldn’t change a thing.
This blog entry is from Jessica Clemons. For more from Jessica, check out her blog at; http://jessicaleighclems.tumblr.com/