The harrowing ride from the airport to the hotel in Edinburgh City Centre almost killed us both from anxiety. The GPS read to us in perfect English but I swear she said the same thing about 8 times: "at the roundabout, take the second exit." We felt like we were doing figure eights all the way there and we kept looking the wrong direction for oncoming traffic. I might have told Judd 6 times that he was too near the left curb out my window and he was too busy looking at the head on traffic on the very close dotted line out his right window.
But we survived to explore a bit and visit several parks and pubs. When we came out of one museum, a wedding procession was just going into the church across the street. Stories to follow.
Edinburgh Castle, closed for the night |
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