I think that I fell in love with Scotland a little bit. This cannot be helped, the countryside is simply too beautiful. I arrived in Edinburgh with my classmates by way of train, and we wasted no time. The first night in we went on a ghost tour. The next morning we headed up North to the Scottish Highlands, to the Isle of Sky where we spent three days exploring mountains, waterfalls, and rolling valleys. Dawning a kilt, I stuck with my motto of "go hard or go home", and wore it traditionally, which taught me to appreciate underwear... and pants. One day, upon the conquest of a snow caped mountain, I found Chinese tourists who were already up there. Looking at me they said "your wearing a skirt." Far to tired to put up my usual protest, in my panting breath I could only utter, "I know." My only regret on the journey was not having more dry socks, but hey, that adds to the experience right? We spent our nights in the local pub, trying to keep up with the locals intake of "the water of life", or as we call it, whiskey. You could stay in the highlands forever. Part of you surely will.
Upon returning to Edinburgh, me and my friend went out on a pub crawl where along with our Scottish host, an Aussie, and a South African, we scoured the city's night life, which was not made easy by the many hills which the city is built upon. A good time was had by all, except for those who had to listen to us belt out Bohemian Rhapsody in the microphone by end end of the night.