Scottish, Not British
Between Ireland and Scotland we listened to Spanish brain rumbling all night and traveled by bus and plane all day. The countless city lights were illuminating every exquisite building when we stepped off the airport shuttle and made our way to the Royal Mile B&B. The Royal Mile is the area surrounding the road in the heart of Edinburgh that goes west from the Palace of Holyrood to the Edinburgh castle.
The owner of our B&B, Norrie, was extremely nice. We talked to him while we got settled and then left to grab a light night meal at a vegetarian place he recommended. It was a little too dressy for us travel zombies, but we found a cheap, lively Turkish place near by. We were the only people in the place and it was pretty late. After the musicians finished their set for the night, the owner and employees started taking turns with the guitars and the whole restaurant turned into one big Turkish jam session.
At first light, our suspicions were confirmed that Edinburgh (pronounced “ed-in-bur-ah”) was going to be one of our favorite cities so far. The whole vibe has this swagger; a smoothness. Like Rome, the city was built on seven hills, so the eye is always faced with something new to check out. It’s like a good story with charming characters put together, an intriguing plotline, and a dynamic ending. In short, it’s really cool.
Edinburgh’s coolness is evident in the charismatic people it has inspired over the years. Sean Connery posed nude for art students. David Hume rocked the philosophy. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and J.K. Rowling wrote some cool stuff. Alexander Graham Bell and Chuck Darwin read some cool stuff. Tons of cool people did such cool stuff, and you can kind of feel it. If in Paris love is in the air; in Edinburgh, cool is in the air.
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