I got to Scotland late Friday night, greeted by a plaid-apholstered-double-decker bus, hard to discern scottish accents and a horrible exchange rate. I found Doug's apartment and we headed out to see the Festival revelry. (Every August Edinburgh is taken over by a barrage of festivals. It started with a theater festival, which has since spawned art, film, book, poitics and dance festivals). On Saturday I ate porridge for breakfast. Afterwards we went to see a collection of temporary garden installations around the city ( a good way to tour Edinburgh on foot). Sunday was our day in Glasgow, where we saw the School of Art (building by famous Scottish architect Charles Mackintosh) and tried to have proper tea. Monday I visited the Scottish Parliament building (for my project). I toured the building with a bunch of people from small-town Scotland and the teenage girls on the tour thought it was WAY COOL that I was American, and even COOLER that I used to live in New York. I then hiked up the crags to Arthur's Seat (very Camelot) and got great views of the city. That night we went to a concert of a little band from Brighton called Pete and the Pirates.
Aside from the weather, I had a grand time.
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Hey Megan, it's a rainy day here in Illinois and I'm out at Grandma B's. She says she's very proud of you and admits to worrying about you sometimes. I, on the other hand am not too worried about you. From my view point, it looks like you're ramblin' the right way. See you soon. Love, Andy
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