Scotland has now replaced Disneyland as the happiest place on Earth. The people were so freaking nice and I really had a hard time forcing myself to get on the plane headed back to France on Saturday morning. Don’t get me wrong, I do like France. But it pales in comparison to how wonderful Edinburgh was. Also, the fact that (have I mentioned this?) they speak English was really a point in their favor. Not having to think so much about how I would ask a question and being able to have a full conversation with the waiters was wonderful. Absolutely wonderful.
I definitely overdid it with the walking on my first day in Scotland, so what did I do on the second day? Rest? Nah. That would have been too easy. Instead, I decided to do ten times as much walking as I had done the previous day and even attempt to go on a hike. I’m a smart one. Really I am.
I woke up and headed downstairs to try the breakfast offered by my bed and breakfast. The dining room was adorable.
There were a number of options on the menu, but I decided to go with the traditional Scottish breakfast. When in Rome…
All I can say is that I tried everything. The black thing was an oat cake, which, sadly, was possibly the most disgusting thing I have ever tasted. I did eat the egg, the tomato and the bacon (fried ham, they call it bacon in Europe). The rest was pretty much inedible to me. The owner of the bed and breakfast laughed at me as she took my plate, saying, “Well, at least you tried!”
My first goal of the day was to make it to the Edinburgh Castle. My mom strongly advocated hailing a cab so that I could reserve my limited walking strength for wandering the castle, as opposed to using it up just to get t the castle. Shockingly, I didn’t listen. Instead, I walked from my room about a mile to get to the Royal Mile, then walked the Royal Mile to get to the Castle. It was a lot of walking from the get-go, but I saw some wonderful sights along the way.
Finally, I reached the base of the Castle.
I paid my 14 £ (plus 5 £ for my guidebook) and began wandering around, snapping way too many photos (I realize that there are going to be a ton of photos in this post, but just be glad I’ve limited it this much – I took over 600 pictures in my 2 days in Scotland).
The castle was absolutely beautiful and I lucked out getting such a beautiful day in Edinburgh.
I probably spent a good 2 or 3 hours wandering around, checking out as much of the castle as I could handle. After Isaac and I spent an hour wandering around the armory museum in Switzerland just a few weeks ago, I wasn’t too keen on checking out the same type of museum here. So, I skipped that part. Maybe next time.
The castle is on a hill, so it has amazing views of the city. If nothing else, the trek to the castle was worth it just to see out over Edinburgh.
Traveling by myself, I, of course, had no one to take pictures of me. So, instead of talking to strangers (we all know how I feel about that), I opted for the super awkward self-photography shots.
As at every castle I’ve visited, there were lots of cannons.
I saw the crown jewels, which were beautiful, but I couldn’t take pictures of those. They are clearly a popular attraction because in the small room that held the jewels I saw more people than I saw during my entire visit to the Castle grounds.
Then I check out the place where prisoners of war were kept during the 17th and 18th centuries (where Americans were treated the worst because they were considered pirates – Arrrr). Also, I saw the cells where Scottish prisoners were kept – one guys was kept for two months in solitary confinement and then sentenced to two months hard labor for desertion of military service. Then, he went on to win tons of medals for service to the country.
Then I resumed taking excessive photos of the Castle grounds. What can I saw? It was beautiful!
I’m sure Edinburgh is a wonderful city even when it rains, but, in the sun, I couldn’t imagine a more beautiful place to spend a couple of days.
After admiring the view for hours and causing myself a great deal of pain in my foot (have I mentioned that I not only broke the toe but also sprained the ankle and twisted the knee?), I decided to leave the Castle and head to Arthur’s Seat – which is a dormant volcano in Edinburgh where you can hike to the top. I mean, what better thing to do than go for a hike with a broken toe?
To get to Arthur’s Seat, I had to walk down the Royal Mile. Along the way, I decided to stop at The Witchery, which is a famous restaurant in Edinburgh. It’s macabre, but the name stems for the killing of hundreds of witches, which occurred near where the restaurant is located, at the base of the Castle.
It was a beautiful restaurant, with a ton of atmosphere.
I ordered a two-course “light lunch” meal for just 15 £. It was great. And the waiters were super friendly, discussing ebooks with me and making sure I was well taken care of.
I’d love to go back and stay at the attached hotel, which is supposed to be amazing. (And expensive.)
After resting there for a bit, I headed down the Royal Mile to go toward Arthur’s Seat.
Along the way, I stopped at the St. Giles Cathedral and paid my 2£ so that I could take pictures inside. They are doing some construction inside of the cathedral, so it wasn’t as beautiful as it could have been, but I could tell that it would be a breathtaking cathedral without all of the scaffolding.
After getting my fill of the cathedral, I continued my wanderings.
Right before reaching Arthur’s Seat, I came across the Palace of Holyroodhouse.
Unfortunately, it was already closed for the day. So, I’ll have to check it out next time I get to Edinburgh. It’s the home of the Queen whenever she visits Scotland.
Finally, I made it to the park to begin my hike up to Arthur’s Seat.
I know that going on a hike with a broken toe may seem a bit weird, but this was one of the things I was most looking forward to about my trip. So, I wasn’t going to let a measly broken bone stop me! Or, I was going to try not to let it stop me, at least…
So, I began my hike.
As I’m sure you are all aware, I’m not the steadiest person on two good feet (see stair incident). So, wandering along rough paths and rocky terrain on only one good foot was less than easy.
I wandered around (very slowly) for a couple of hours, just enjoying the scenery. It was absolutely beautiful and I could not have asked for better weather.
Had I been in possession of two fully functioning feet, I would have hiked to the top of this peak. Unfortunately, I quickly realized I’d have to stick to the lower levels.
After hiking a bit, I decided to take a break, pull out the Nook and soak up some sun. It was so peaceful.
When my foot stopped throbbing, I continued on with the hike.
As the sun started setting, I decided I should head down the hill and walk back into the city.
I could have (and probably should have) hailed a cab there, but I decided to walk back along the Royal Mile one last time. [If you’re still reading at this point, I’m impressed! I realize this is the longest post ever. It’s almost over, I promise!]
Finally, after having wandered around for hours, I decided it was time to grab some dinner and then head back to the bed and breakfast. I decided to get something I hadn’t had in months – Japanese food!
The food was great – and listening to American pop music while eating Japanese food in Scotland was highly amusing to me.
I finally decided I had had enough walking for the day, hailed a cab and relaxed in the room for the rest of the evening. The following morning (Saturday), I woke up, ate breakfast (this time, I opted for French toast), packed, checked out and took a cab to the airport. I had an uneventful flight back to France.
I spent the rest of the weekend recovering from my whirlwind trip and completing my 7th final of the quarter. I now have just three days left before I head back to the States!