What a trip! Made new friends while walking the across the ancient mother land of Ireland and Scotland. I saw ancient ruins and crumbling gravestones and touched them all when I could. I stood at the small candlelit alter to the little girl in Mary Kings Close under the city of Edinburgh and placed a coin in her memory. I walked the ancient ruins of St Andrews chapel and stood inside of a 1000 year old crypt watching the sea gulls above me. I wished my dad was with me so he could get the really good photos that he always manages to take. I stood on the Isle of Skye and kissed my soul mate while we watched the waterfalls cascading into the ocean. I watched my brother in law and my sister walk hand in hand on a cobblestone street in a city dating back to 1700. I danced with a man in a pub in Edinburgh that I did not know. I wished my sister Shawni was there in Inveness and we could have danced to Steve Earles Galway Girl. I strolled solo thru numerous cemeteries and admired ancient ruins of castles. While in Inverness and at the Hootenany pub, we learned to not go to the bathroom alone. I missed my kids and wished they were with me every mile. I heard Monks chanting and drums beating while we lay in our hotel bed in Edinburgh one night and at first thought it was a rap band....it was the monastery across the river. I rode across Loch Ness in a boat in the rain and watched sonar- and the water- for Nessie. I felt the spirits next to me as I touched a castle wall in Stirling. I ate Irish soda bread and drank hot tea next to a warm fireplace in Belfast one morn. I drank Guinness with my sister in Dublin at the Guinness Gravity Bar and we pounded our classes on old tables to the sounds of live celtic music from Highland Reign in Glascow. I wished my mom was there with us to see the green fields of Ireland. I sat in the back of a Edinburgh taxi and couldnt understand the cab driver when he asked me if I liked Robert Burns...I thought he said Rub your buns? I ate blood pudding at breakfast in Belfast and will not ever do that again. Perry gave me a celtic wedding band inside of the Edinburgh Castle Chapel and made me get teary eyed. We drank scotch in Bushmills Ireland and stood at the wall of Peace in Northern Ireland. We walked across the Battlefield of Cullodeen where 2000 men died in less than an hour in 1746. I got worried when we lost bro in law Rodger in the Dublin airport...he is 6 foot 5 and hard to lose. I saw the Highlands...home of my MacGregor Clan and stood on the same ground they did. I saw snow on Ben Nevis, the highest mountain in the British Isles. I sang Danny Boy in an alley way in Belfast while shopping. I stood in the Great Hall at Stirling Castle where Mary Queen of Scots was crowned in 1542 and strolled down the Giants Causeway where the legend of Finn McCool took place and I believed it. I listened to a Glascow gent sing his heart out at our table-a cappella- at the oldest pub in Glascow, the Scotia Inn. I looked out across the sea and knew that my ancestors did the same 100s of years ago. I bought a Plague Mask in Edinburgh and actually put in on in the gift shop much to the shock of my sister. I wished cousin Autumn was with us so she could tell us where to REALLY explore. Perry and I traveled shoulder to shoulder nearly 10,000 miles in 10 days and only argued once. (I was right.... as always) Its good to be back home.... but I am already planning the next adventure back there!
Posted on: Fri, 07 Mar 2014 17:17:39 +0000
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