Scotland (Edinburgh, Stirling)

One thing about Europe--their signs' people look so REALISTIC. No stick figures to be seen.


Everything was GRAY and stately-looking.


Apparently a heatwave was sweeping Scotland, and these two blokes were a bit WORRIED. That's sunscreen they're slathering on their bald spots, you see.

Nonetheless, it was a bit FOGGY.

Wrestling in the WIND...

The CITY, surrounded by green.

It's peculiar to imagine people wandered these STREETS, deliberating who to accuse of witchery next...

A CATHEDRAL--God knows I can't remember the name of it.

So TALL and foreboding.

I wander who walked HERE.

PERFECT.

All the cool kids could be found at the PARKS.

So naturally, that's where we ate lunch (tomato and brie cheese sandwich-yum) from MARK'S & SPENCER'S--This was the view of the Sir Walter Scott monument from lying on the grass.

Hogwarts, anyone? The SKYLINE was magic.

Up, up, up, in the sky atop the Sir Walter Scott monument. 287 STEPS. Spiral steps. Story of my life in Europe.

MUSICIANS could be found often.

Beautiful TAPESTRIES were the norm. (These could be found at Stirling Castle.)

MOSS filled in the gaps of the stone.

After a STEEP trek up to the Wallace Monument, I fell onto the grass and flowers against the tower and watched this dog smile. I only got up when lured away by the prospect of a new plaid bow (I got it).

Hairy COW! 'Nuff said.