Remember your first week freshman year? That’s alright, neither do I. There is so much to do, so many people stealing a piece of your attention, so many new things to see that it all becomes a blur. Now take whatever your freshman orientation week was like and multiply that by about 100 – I give you Freshers’ Weeks at University of Edinburgh. For ten straight days, at any given moment there are at least 5 different things you could be doing, from city tours to society events to parties to gigs to actually doing your three weeks of laundry (guess what I finally did!).You can’t even consider doing it all, and if you don’t plan it right, you’ll miss all the good stuff! Thank god I’m not actually a freshman, or I’d probably be lying on my bed in a comatose state.
This week has not been the quite the intensive sightseeing march the previous 10 days have been. This has left more time for wanderings and for essentially exploring the city in which I will be spending the next 3 and half months! Although I’m still spending most of my time with the Pomona group, and I haven’t yet moved into my flat with other Scottish or international students, I am starting to feel more a part of the bustle of the city. Rather than looking at a map at every street corner, I’m developing a sense of the city: where the streets go, which names they inexplicably change to at each block (a word they apparently don’t have here), and even some shortcuts between university buildings. I haven’t ventured to the store for food yet (an undertaking I may attempt tomorrow. . . or Saturday. . .), but when I walk around the city, I feel more comfortable and at home everday. I might even fit in! (a little bit).
As the title indicates, today Tom took us to Fife! Fife is the area just north across the firth of the river Forth (I know, who thought of these name?) from Edinburgh. It was so gorgeous – the classic British coastal towns you see in pictures. First, we stopped on our drive to look out across the Forth at the two bridges that cross it. One is a rail bridge built in the 1800s that even now is an engineering feat. It’s also quite beautiful!
Today our group got together and made the trek to the top of Arthur’s Seat. It was only about a 30 min walk, but pretty steep! Once we got to the top, the view of the city and the sea was gorgeous. The wind was pretty strong though… It was like a hurricane! Classic Scotland.
We hiked back down, stopping by some ruins on the way, and then made our way to the Royal Botanic Garden, a couple miles to the north. It took a while to get there, but the gardens were beautiful. The even had a section from the Americas, and we saw some little Sequoia trees. I came all the way from California to Scotland to see some California trees!
On the way back, Danielle, LaMarcus, and I decided to take the bus. We stared at the list of lines at the stop for a while, looked for familiar names, and chose the one we thought might get us close. We chose wisely! We got on, ran up to the second level, and plopped down right in the front with the big windows. The view from the bus is so different! It was really fun to be able to watch from so high, and from the actual street! I’m still not sure how I feel about this left side of the road thing.
Day 2: We began with Tom giving us a tour of the university buildings. For some reason, I cannot seem to get my barrings in this town – so for the duration of the tour, I was unfailingly lost. Even though Tom gave us a wonderful overview, I’ll probably never be able to find these buildings again!
Yes, I’m really here. Finally. The purpose of this blog has arrived. The waiting is over!
My dad and I flew out of Amsterdam the day before yesterday into Edinburgh. The view while we were landing was gorgeous! So much green. SO MUCH. We landed and got my luggage (which I didn’t lose!) and made our way to where I’ll be staying for the next week and a half – Pollock Halls.
On the taxi drive over, we had this nice Scottish guy. About 5 minutes into the taxi ride, his phone rang and he started talking to what was clearly a friend. All of sudden, I couldn’t understand a single word he was saying. After being in Amsterdam, I first had the thought that maybe he’s speaking Dutch! But realizing that was quite unlikely, I had to resign myself to the fact he was indeed speaking English. I just couldn’t understand a word he was saying. So the stories are true! I’m trying not to think about it…. My official plan when this happens again (and they’re talking to me) is to just nod along. Good, right?
I made one! Finally.