aug. 9can you believe i'm still updating this with entries from my vacation? sheesh!well, folks, this is the day when it all started falling apart. we had booked ourselves on a
one day tour to get out of town and into the countryside a bit. steve had picked the tour because he was excited to see the nature-y stuff like europe's oldest tree, and a waterfall. i was excited to visit
scotland's oldest working distillery.
the tour was actually quite lovely, despite my fear of guided tours being utterly schlocky. our tourguide had lived in the area that we were touring for his entire life (he was definitely grandparent-age) and told us quite a few personal anecdotes. our tour bus was only a little bigger than a van, which helped too. we saw plenty of bit tour buses, and i kept feeling like we were somehow cooler.
the first stop, the distillery, was a bit campy. not only do they take you around the distillery (cool!) but they have a big
'experience center' for their popular blend of scotch, the famous grouse. it was kinda fun to have scotch for breakfast (since we hadn't eaten that morning), and i have to admit that the
ads for the famous grouse are cute and the music is really damn catchy (in fact, i'd definitely download the jingle as my mobile ring if i had a nokia -- but that might be saying more about my dissatisfaction with all of the pre-loaded rings in my new phone).
a good portion of the rest of the day was spent driving around the countryside, which is *beautiful*. we stopped in several small villages to see sights like churches and the
oldest tree, which is actually not all that much to look at (the sequoias in cali are much, much more impressive, as are the
virgin white pines at hartwick pines in michigan. the lakes were amazingly pristine and shimmery, but the waterfall, unfortunately, was pretty much nonexistent because they'd had such a dry year (damn global warning!). it made me remember my family's big 'trip out west' when i was in jr. high, because we'd been at yosemite during a dry year and most of their
extremely popular, beautiful waterfalls were nonexistent that summer. (sigh). to make matters slightly sadder, it started to rain while we were out hiking to the dried-up waterfall. fortunately we did see one salmon, trying to make his way upstream despite it being very early in the season. that made the lackluster waterfall a bit more unusual and scotland-y.
salmon-y waterfalls or no, steve wasn't really able to enjoy this day much at all. as the day progressed he felt worse and worse, and when we stopped in
kenmore, a cute little town where i bought the yummiest homemade shortbread, steve decided he just wanted to lay down in the grass in the little village park. i had felt little pangs of carsickness during the day, since scotland is extremely hilly and our guide drove like a madman, but apparently steve wasn't just carsick.
by the time we got back to town, steve needed to rest. however, we had tickets that night to the famous
edinburgh military tattoo. it had started to rain, but we decided to purchase ponchos and brave it out, since the tattoo took place rain or shine. in addition, we had spent way too much on tickets, so we weren't about to let a little rain dampen our spirits.
this was probably all fine and good for brad and i, but definitely was not wise for steve. he was out like a light the minute that we got back to the hotel. brad and i had a couple of drinks at the hotel bar, and then called it a night.
aug. 10steve needed to sleep, so brad and i went without him to the
scotch whiskey heritage center, where we learned a bit more than we had at the distillery, and had our second liquid breakfast in a row.
by the time we got back to the hotel, they'd kicked steve out (despite us requesting a late checkout) so we headed for the train station, and on to glasgow.
steve was pretty much the living dead at this point, so we checked into the nasty hotel he'd found us there, and unfortunately that was all he was going to see of glasgow. we did get him out for japanese noodles (although all he had was miso soup) that night, hoping it would help, but it didn't seem to. however, while we were at the noodle shop the craziest thing happened. the noodle shop was on the second floor, and apparently a pigeon flew up the stairs and then got trapped in the noodle shop (since all of the windows were closed). it kept flying around and trying to go out the windows, but while we all scrambled to open more windows, it unluckily kept aiming for ones that were still closed. after it had knocked itself silly for the third time one of the cooks came out and grabbed the pigeon and placed it outside one of the windows with his bare hands (i can only assume he washed up thoroughly afterward). it was surreal.
there didn't seem to be a ton to do in glasgow, but we lucked out because we were there during
'piping live!', which was the second annual bagpiping festival and competition. there were bagpipers all over the place, and we were staying along one of the busy pedestrian-only shopping streets, so there was crazy bagpipe music outside our hotel most of the daylight hours (not such a good thing for poor steve). however, the lucky part was that, for brad and i, there was an awesome concert by the
st. laurence o'toole pipe band which was attended by a ton of pipers that were competing that week (the emcee asked for a show of hands and we were totally surrounded in the audience!). it was very unusual for a concert, since the attendees were very openly allowed to take photos (we even took some video, which i'm not sure was allowed). i would link to my photos here (and would have throughout this narrative) but we took so many during the trip that i ended up downloading them from my memory cards onto brad's laptop, and he still hasn't sent them to me).
anyhow, that concert ruled. and then at the end of it brad and i went to a 24 hour kebob place where we had a late night feast. :) good brother/sister bonding, i'd say!
aug. 11brad had booked us another countryside tour this day, and unfortunately steve was too sick to join us. not only did we feel horrible that he couldn't go, but we felt sorry for him since the hotel was such a dump. i had the breakfast room manager make up some toast and tea for him, but he couldn't even eat that. :( apparently he was able to go across the street to the pharmacy (which wasn't open until after we left for our tour) but otherwise he didn't get to leave the room all day, and boy! did he hear a lot of bagpipe music (and apparently some random cover bands as well).
brad and i had a pretty fun day. the tour we went on really focused on two big attractions (as opposed to a lot of little ones like the previous tour). unfortunately the bus was a bigger one, with a pre-recorded tour tape. brad and i guessed that it was somehow synched by GPS, but we forgot to ask.
the first big attraction we went to was
stirling castle, which really is spectacular. like edinburgh castle, it's way up on a hill and the views of the surrounding countryside are awesome. we did the whole self-guided tour, but my favorite part was when we were eating at the castle cafe and shared a table with an elderly fellow. i asked him if he was enjoying the castle and he said "all of these castles are basically the same -- old falling-down buildings." and he basically said that after having traveled all over the world, he'd learned that the view is usually the best thing. that definitely helped me calm down my 'see it all' instinct and relax. :) i was really proud of myself, and realized that i hadn't thought about work much at all and (other than worrying about steve) was having a pretty damn good vacation.
the next major stop was
loch lomond, which is the largest freshwater lake in the uk, and has castles and huge mansions along the lake's edges. we took a boat tour, and despite it being a bit chilly in the wind outside on the boat, we had to keep going outside to take pictures of the scenery as we went along. (man, i wish i could link to those photos!)
last, we went to the neighboring
loch lomond and the trossachs national park, which was stunningly beautiful with crazy windy roads. there were several places to stay in the park (mostly timeshares, with a few b&bs) and i kept thinking that i'd have to bring steve back to stay there.
we were exhausted by the time we got back to town, and it was all we could do to drag ourselves out to dinner. brad and i did our usual 'drink in the hotel bar' but only really chatted for a few minutes and read our books together for most of the time. i guess we were really beat!
aug. 12we have come to the end of the story, friends. all that is left is a painfully delayed flight to o'hare out of glasgow airport, and sending steve home to our new condo while i continued on to detroit (on another painfully delayed flight) so that i could attend my cousin's wedding the next night (steve's brother kevin was my wonderful date).
i wish things had gone smoother, that's for sure, and steve didn't even really get well for another week. it took him 4 days before he went to the doctor, who couldn't really figure out what was wrong with him, but ran tests and gave him antibiotics anyhow. it turns out he lost 10 pounds in one week (which he didn't need, and i did!), but that he's finally back to normal, from an eating and sleeping perspective.
this weekend we had a great time hosting his uncle brian and cousing barrett, but it's already way past my bedtime, so i guess i'll have to give you the scoop on that tomorrow.
g'night, folks.