Sabo meets Scotland

Ah its been a while since my last post- but so much has gone on. I'm going to break it up into two posts actually.

Well my dear friend Emily arrived last Wednesday to visit me here. I went to pick her up at the airport -and by pick her up I mean that I took a bus there and ensured I had enough bus fare for the both of us to take it back to my place. It was actually so weird in the airport. I was waiting there getting so so excited and all I could think about is how often I've done the exact same thing in Kelowna when she comes to visit me except we are in SCOTLAND. My mind was being blown. When she was in sight we had a good old fashioned spaz-hug-jump-yell -which I think was really capitalized since I was wearing my kids sized-heart-covered rubber boats (with pants tucked in of course).

So I chauffeured (via public transport) my guest back to my place where we chatted about everything that was going on and what I'd been doing the last five months (can you believe its been that long?!?!), and how her exchange in Austria is going (excellent). It was awesome.

I had to work the next day unfortunately but Em took full advantage and went to see the castle and a bit of the city. That night Brit Em and I went to the pub we work at for a little dinner and then called it a night.

Friday I was sick. Of course. Of all times to get a cold. Anyways it sucked. Saturday however was the Ireland Scotland Six nations Rugby game, being played in Edinburgh a mere stones throw away for my flat. We had been waiting for this game for sometime now and had to take full advantage. Em and I head down to a pub in the grass market (same place where my pub is) decked out in our newly purchased Ireland/Scotland scarves. We had our selves a pint and then proceeded to not pay for another the rest of the afternoon thanks to a party of firemen from Glasgow. One particularly inebriated fellow repeatedly told Emily and I quote "I fancy you I do". Long story short I won three drams of whiskey in a bet and Ireland won the game so there was plenty of celebrating to do. And so we did. Everything was fairly under control, except for when I tried to cross the road and ended up falling right in the middle just a a car passed. I was just fine though- I hit the car it didn't hit me. It sounds worse then it was- I blame the cobble stones.

The next day Em and I did some sight seeing and wen ton a dungeon tour of the bridges. This was pretty cool, however the tour guide was a head case and really just took the whole enthusiasm /"clever banter" thing a little too far. Then we had tacos. I mention this because we made them at home and they were so good.

Emily took a bunch of picture which I'm sure will be up on face book at some point so you guys can check those out.

Messages to pass on:
*the eagle has landed- just once though, pretty good.