Although Scotland was never really high on my list of vacation destinations—probably somewhere after Montana but before Siberia—having a good friend that lives there makes a big difference. Now, I know—quite a few of you live in places that are higher on my list than Scotland, and I haven't visited you yet (San Francisco, I'm looking at you), but there's something about a trip that requires a passport and a currency exchange that seems a tiny bit more exotic. And, as it turns out, Scotland apparently has lots to recommend it, even if you don't golf.
Yesterday I made a hotel reservation. I felt like an idiot, because I had to have the guy repeat half his questions because I couldn't quite understand him. I think I actually did a better job when I was calling hotels in Spain a few years ago. This is definitely going to be entertaining.
well_lahdidah is developing an itinerary for every second of every day, which I am more-or-less prepared to accept, so long as it includes sampling haggis at the Babbity Bowster (I've been singing "...at the Babbity Bowster" to the tune of "Alternative Ulster") and drinking pints with Nim and causing trouble.
And by trouble, I mean asking at every store if they have a clan McFlastron tartan.