As previously mentioned, Edinburgh is a beautiful city. The buildings are wonderful, tall and filled with old history. The castle is a wonder to see, along with all of the monuments that you can find. I've walked up Calton hill, and climbed up the National Monument, which apparently was going to be a full on building, according to the knowledge pit that is Wikipedia. I've also found the home of Graham Bell, and thanks to a wonderful man (stranger danger does not seem to occur to me during the daylight hours) got to see the inside of the house, and pose around his fireplace. There is also a zoo in Edinburgh, which has bears, big cats and pandas! Although the pandas, in fact most of the animals just tend to sleep whilst the weather is bad. Which tends to be a perpetual thing here. Although you do get the few days of sunshine, which you cling on to like a leaf on a tree.
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| Castle to the right, Scot monument to the left. |
Walking down a street you can feel sophisticated, soaking up culture by the cobblestones. Sometimes though you can't help but want to take a picture, even in the most awkward of times.
I was going to pick my boyfriend up from the train station. For some
reason I decided to go one stop down from the stop that I usually got
down from. I should have learned from previous mistakes (there were a few) to get off the
bus when you think you should get of the bus. Really. You should.
I
didn't notice there was a diversion sign up ahead, so the bus took a
completely different turn. I freaked. Panic ensued as I limped my way
down the stairs of the bus (just a few days earlier I pulled a muscle on my leg.
Also long story, moral - don't try to do jumping jacks while watching the
Simpsons). Luckily the stop wasn't too far away. Unluckily of course I
was currently crippled. Whilst staggering along, I managed to see the building
besides the train station all lit up and pretty from afar. Though it was a spectacular sight , I was still in pain, slowly limping towards my destination.
Then suddenly behind me I heard whistling followed by footsteps, getting
closer and closer. As level headed as I was, I did not run away
screaming. In fact, I just hobbled away faster, screaming only in my head. But the
building was so pretty in front of me. I had to take a picture. I just had to. So there I was, pain in one leg, scared out of my mind from the scary whistling behind me, taking a picture on my phone with a shaky hand, whilst trying to cross a road, all to take this:
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| Pretty building. |
