Scotland:
Scotland was marvelous and confusing. It was wonderful to be somewhere where the loveliest of all languages is spoken, even if it's almost completely incomprehensible, and where "h"s are actually pronounced. I tried haggis and actually liked it (I went from vegetarian, which is lentils and rice and yummy delightful things cooked in haggis spices, to haggis spread on a sandwich, to real haggis at breakfast), which I think means I really belong there! The Castle Rock hostel was awesome and everyone staying there was really friendly. Actually everyone we met seemed to be really friendly! People kept stopping us and asking if we needed directions somewhere, which would never happen in Paris. When I'm in Paris, I never think people are rude at all, but it's funny being in another place where people are go out of their way to actively be nice to you. Also, people dress differently: in Paris, everyone looks nice and chic and whatever, but pretty much wear all the same things. In Scotland, people were much more adventurous with their clothing (tropical prints galore! In Paris, people are still wearing overcoats and its 70 degrees!) and the women weren't all anorexically thin (and people were EXERCISING! Fancy that! I have a lot of opinions about this, more later) and it was refreshing to see a change from the Parisian homogeneity. Olivia and I had great indian food, visited the castle, hung out at some places where J.K. Rowling is rumored to have written HARRY POTTER, and had a really fantastic time!






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