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Warning.  This first part is me complaining about a hard day.  If you’re not interested, skip to the end with the pictures after everything works out, as it always does. I’m afraid of busses.  Not afraid of them hitting me,

I was very excited to visit Pitlochry, probably because I’d never heard of it until I discovered it (if you can say that) in Rick Steves’ guide book.  It the only place I chose without hearing about it’s fame beforehand.

Dawn broke around 3am but my tour to the Isle of Skye didn’t start till 9.  Everyone who I told about my trip to Scotland said that I must see the Isle of Skye.  The bus driver wore a kilt

I woke up in my creeky room of bunkbeds in the worst hostel I’ve stayed in so far blissfully happy to be in Scotland.  I’d heard there was a nice walk along the islands in the River Ness, so I

On the train, as I hastily wrote my accounts of the previous few days, recommendations from Amanda Hosking came pouring in.  She had visited Scotland in April and posted pictures that made me drool with jealousy and cringe excitedly with

Joanna walked me to the train at 5 minutes to 6 in the morning as the sun was rising.  I took the train to the bus to the airport, hung out in Brussels for a couple of hours and then

“Are you vegetarian, or opposed to a two-hour afternoon hike to a country house restaurant in the middle of the woods?” Joanna asked.  Sunday was Kevin’s birthday.  Of course I wasn’t opposed! Our day turned out to be as fantastic

Friday Night Tapas Joanna and Kevin invited me to come stay with them for the weekend in Terrassa, about a 40 minute train ride from Barcelona.  I appreciatively followed the very detailed directions Joanna had sent me and wound my

I had heard about food tours, which seemed like a fantastic thing to do, but when I looked them up in Paris, they were way more expensive than I wanted to pay (about 200 euros).  Then in Barcelona, when I

On the train to Disneyland Paris there was a lady crying on the train.  Like hard crying.  I did that a lot in New York where there isn’t really any place to go when you need to cry.  Now I