Last weekend, my friend Cara and I boarded a bus for the Isle of Skye. Those outside Scotland might not know what or where the Isle of Skye is. Don’t worry, neither did I. Before I arrived in Edinburgh, all I knew was that “if you don’t go to the Isle of Skye, you’ve wasted your study abroad” (according to past Pomona-program students). Woah man, woah. That’s a little serious. I’m sure your term isn’t completely wasted….
But no. I was wrong. It is completely wasted. Skye is an island off the northwestern coast of Scotland, the northern most island of the inner Hebrides (if that means anything to you). It is one of the (dwindling) remaining areas of Scotland where at least half the population can speak Gaelic, but there are probably more sheep on the island than people. Legitimately. So many cute sheepie baas!
After two straight weeks of glorious, inexplicable, and (probably) unprecedented sun, it has indeed begun to rain. And get quite cold. The forecast for the next two weeks is just rain, rain, and more rain. But it wouldn’t be Scotland without rain and cold! In a similar vein, our trip to Linlithgow and Stirling yesterday with the Pomona group was appropriately cold and wet. Tom was unable to come with us, but we had Jim as our trusty guide. With me wrapped up in my wool scarf, woolen socks, boots, gloves, and my big coat, we set off into the wild beyond!
First stop: Linlithgow Palace, built throughout the 13th to 17th centuries as a fort and then a royal residence. Although it is now a ruin, it once “dominated the landscape,” as Jim told us. And I could see that! It’s over 5 stories high, full of room on top of room. Imagine seeing that in the 1600s.
As a culmination to their trip to Scotland, my parents and I stayed in a little town called Pitlochry in the Highlands for the weekend. I say little town, because it was about five blocks, but for the highlands that’s a BFD. Pitlochry is probably one of the larger towns in the center-ly (non-coastal) area of the highlands. So adorable!
We took a bit of a round-about way to get there on some wee roads that some might call paths (much to the chagrin of my poor driving father). First stop: the Falkirk Wheel. Apparently some sort of mechanical/civil engineering marvel, it’s basically a canal that lifts the boats 80 feet in the air instead of using 11 locks or somesuch. Pretty impressive actually! We even got to see it work and shtuff.
Last Wednesday, as the title suggests, I took some liberties with my class attendance and took a driving trip southeast of Edinburgh (with the parental units, of course – don’t even ask about the left-side driving business). I’m sure Paedar was so disappointed with my absence. But like I said, priorities!
I’ll let the photos do most of the talking on this one. We saw the gorgeous (and strictly no-pictures-inside) Rosslyn Chapel – where some of the DaVinci Code took place, apparently. The brain-child of some William Sinclair, 1st Earl of Caithness, the chapel is a testament to his obsessive behavior. The stone carving throughout the inside is spectacular (look it up), and there are subtle Christian, Pagan, and Knights of Templar symbols everywhere. And… wait for it…. they had a CAT. A black one with white mittens. Named William. It passes the test.
It’s been a wee while, I know. To be fair, my classes are actually expecting me to do work now. A bummer, to say the least (and completely unexpected!). And my parents have come to visit. So instead of spending my time on my classes, I’ve been spending time with them! My priorities have never been straighter.
With them here, I’ve been able to do all the touristy (and by touristy I mean costs-money) things around Edinburgh that I never got to do! I also get to show off all the new-found knowledge that Tom and his endless Scottish facts have instilled in me. Gives me a bit of a confidence boost, until they start asking questions that I can’t answer…