For awhile anyway. ..
The Girl Child is an adventurer at heart. Much like her Grandma, she views the world as a toy to be played with often and everywhere. And, admittedly, like my Mom, the Girl Child is also a source of learning for me on how to better live life.
So for her recent adventure, the Girl Child is finishing up her semester abroad in Switzerland*. She has been actively bugging me to come over to visit. Between work, finances, and ‘other’ issues**, I’ve been hesitant to agree. But, I finally gave in and we started talking plans.
Girl Child then sets down a ground rule… we can’t go anywhere that she’s already been in Europe.
Now, let’s go back to that “Girl Child is an adventurer at heart” thing. On spring break and most every weekend, she has been almost everywhere in Europe already! Even being pick-pocketed in Istanbul*** didn’t discourage her wanderlust.
So…after reviewing the extremely shortened list of options, I chose Scotland as my adventure spot. I’m a mutt, with about a third being Scottish. As such, I’d sort of like to see my ancestral homeland…well, a third of my ancestry, anyway. And I hear tell that they have a strange and wondrous liquid called “Scotch” that I’d like to try in a native glass… or seven… teen…
Anyway, I’m off to gallivant about Scotland, leaving the Wilds of Ohio, and have an adventure. I won’t e-see you all until the middle of next week (unless I can peek out if I can get access to the Girl Child’s laptop when we’re not touring, walking, gawking, sleeping, eating…).
See you back here soon, riding the range of the Wilds of Ohio!
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*I don’t remember having such wonderful opportunities for doing this kind of stuff when I was a kid. [grump] I feel cheated.
**I’m sure you’ll be seeing blogs on the ’other’ issues down the road… be patient.
***Ouch…
Tags: Adventure, drunken American tourist, Girl Child, Scotland, travel
June 4, 2008 at 14:41 |
I’m 3/4 quarts Scotch as well. More so, when I’ve got some Scotch in me. Abberfeldy malt by preference, and when I can afford it. Happy travels!
June 4, 2008 at 16:08 |
Safe journey gnukid. Keep an eye on yer kilt when the wind’s a blowin’! (or maybe that should be a hand…)
🙂
June 4, 2008 at 18:14 |
Pictures, we want pictures!!! I’m green with envy, never having been to any foreign lands other than Mexico and Canada, and less than 100 miles from the border in either one. *sigh*
June 4, 2008 at 18:29 |
oh aye laddie have yourself a grand old time 🙂
June 4, 2008 at 18:30 |
Free… FREEEEEE!!!! Run wild, Braveheart! And speaking of which, i’d like to suggest that we combine Rob and Silverstars suggestions, and you take some pictures when the wind blows your kilt!
June 5, 2008 at 03:26 |
Have a wonderful time and watch out for the wild haggis!
June 5, 2008 at 07:42 |
ENJOY! And don’t be afraid if you don’t understand the Scotts. I lived with a Schottish lad for about a year and didn’t understand a bloody word. Admittedly, he was Glaswegian and had a cleft pallet. But I did learn how to sing “oh flower of scotland’, which rocked.
Och aye.
June 6, 2008 at 02:10 |
Have fun. Watch out for monsters and men in kilts.
June 8, 2008 at 22:03 |
Have fun in your travels! I hope it is relaxing and therapeutic.
I forget the quote you took from me when we met up for drinks. Can you send that to me?
June 12, 2008 at 22:30 |
parenthesis – and a bonny lass you are…Glenkinchie for me, though
rob – why wear a kilt unless you occasionally can let it blow up around your waist?
silverstar – patience, there will be a few…or, send $39.99US and i’ll send the whole kit and kaboodle!
nursemyra – thank you and i did!
daisyfae – yep, one hand on the camera, the other on….???
azahar – i almost bought a ‘wild haggis caller’…but then wondered what i’d do with a wild haggis if one came when i called it
dolce – most of them i understood…but a few seemed to not speaking anything resembling English…Aye! Och!!
kyknoord – what about monsters in kilts?
Megan – Welcome to the Wilds, Megan. Therapeutic, yes, ably assisted by a pint or three and some Scotch