Virtual Gypsyz

I am sitting on the green grass of a park in Scotland, leaning on my hand and feeling its coldness from the air. What a frickin awkward sentence. I feel horrible because I revealed an oh-so-graphic dream I had about the B-O-Y back home. I’ll never hear the end of it. Hopefully Dave or Leah won’t say anything to everyone else.

Thursday morning, earlier than I wanted actually, the group set out for Edinburgh, Scotland. What a beautiful city. The only complaint I have is the blasted smelly air. The whisky house eminates this rank smell that has diffused throughout the entire city. It smells like the grey weenies/sausages they serve at Lee Abbey where we are staying in London. Can you say, “Putrid?”

Dave, Jon, Jeff and I went to Pizzaland for lunch - good meal deal - 3.49 pounds for a 10-inch pizza and garlic bread. We stopped at a bookstore afterwards and spent so much time there that I got a bit restless so Dave and I left the other two. We went down to this park set as a valley beyond a hill. The sun was shining down upon us and the air was as crisp as the blue of the sky. It was an intensely euporic feeling. We had a really interesting conversation about relationships but I’m afraid, as usual, that I have revealed too much in too much detail. But I like talking about myself. I’m so frickin egotistical. If I could just shut my mouth and listen and not feel left out/jealous of not being the center of attention I won’t tell everything there is to know about myself. After spending a couple of hours there we set out to explore the wonders of Scotland. We passed by the University of Edinburgh (where I’ll hopefully get a t-shirt), numberous touristy Scottish shops with men dressed in kilts! There is a rumour that men wear absolutely nothing under those things, but it ws confirmed as true when an unknowing Dr. Brabban and other students were mooned by two daring Scotsmen. Hilarious! I just wish I could have seen the look on Brabban’s face - Ha! We bought nasty butterscotch fudge in a little coffee shop and shortly afterwards came upon the Scotland Palace (I forget what it’s called). It was beautiful from the outside, not too ornate, but with a better feature of a huge green cliff as its backyard. We decided to visit both of those the next day so that we could venture out to the beach. It didn’t seem too far off. At least we didn’t realize this until conversation ran out ad I felt the throbbing in the soles of my feet. We were exhausted and we almost gave up hope until Dave asked a nice old Scotsman how far it was to the ocean. He said only three or four minutes away, so we decided to push it all the way. When we arrived, finally, I was somewhat disappointed with the beach itself, because there was none, but the sight of the water made up for that. It was beautiful. And in the distance once could see an island with a castle sitting upon it. We walked along the seawall and then Dave made some crass comment about my body. He was trying to compliment me but I get so sensitive about that. It’s like, I want peole to notice, but not verbalize it. I want everything.

British commercials are WACK! And British bacon is WAY weird. Don’t recommend very highly.——>>>>>