THERE SHALL BE A SCOTTISH PARLIAMENT

This past weekend I went to Scotland to visit Julie, the ever excellent hostess, at the BEAUTIFUL, CLEAN, and HELLA OLD St. Andrew's University. We were mostly triumphant in our wanderings, with the one notable exception being the cadbury easter egg hunt in some cathedral ruins that we arrived minutes too late to...and ended up empty-handed. Most distressing.

On a more exciting note, we got to enjoy some toys from Scottish children of days of old at the Childhood Museum in Edinburgh, traipsed down the Royal Mile to see the ever so controversial new Scottish Parliament building and Holyrood Palace, the Queen's official residence in Scotland. We also acted all cultured like and viewed some Scottish art at the National Gallery, and went on a slightly involved hunt for a Barclay's atm. All in all, we were pretty Scottish.

Also, Scotland has bunnies! Everywhere! frolicking in fields and footpaths! Magical.

On the train back from Scotland I met some delightful seatmates...one of whom being a bearded sailor named Angus. Nope, not kidding. He was confused about the lack of pubs in America, and informed me that he believes it's much less healthy to drink "in house" because the walk to the pub is good for your constitution. I tried to convince him of the existence of bars, but he just laughed. I still don't know why.

Back in London town, I spent last night reuniting with the second half of Dream Team #2 - Adam came to visit! Although Mitch and I are the ones who've been living in this city for three months now (whoa, strange, I'm practically European), Adam took over as tour guide and guided us through Mayfair and showed us where to peek into Palm Court at the Ritz (where high tea can be yours for a mere 40 pounds a person). As fun as wandering around all that high society was, I had an equally good time knocking back some Old Rosie (you'd be proud, Claire and Brianna) and watching mice run across the floor at a wetherspoon's pub. It was indeed an Arts Win of an evening.

I'm now entering my last week of classes, immediately after which I will be hopping on a easyjet flight to VENEZIA, ITALIA with Julie and Emily! If the capital letters and exclamation mark doesn't express enough my enthusiasm for this trip, maybe my signing off in Italian will.

Ciao!