Actually, I've been back for just over a week. Doesn't quite feel like it though...it's a bittersweet thing to be back...I really missed my kids, and my dogs, but now? I'm really missing Scotland...
So why the yawn? Well, there's an 8 hour time difference. I easily settled into the change when I arrived--I was excited anyway so just had to keep moving. As for coming back? Totally different story...
It was a wonderful trip. I'll remember every minute of it. Unfortunately, I did a better job taking pictures of my travel bags than I did documenting my actual trip. I was so busy experiencing everything that my camera sat idle. Guess that means I'll have to go back, right?
I do have a few photos to share...I spent most of my time in Glasgow, which I really did like, and the cool thing? I didn't hear one single American the entire time I was there.
Another thing? It didn't rain once. It was pretty cold though, but this California girl managed just fine.
The top photo? That's the view from my hotel room. George Square is full of brisk-walking business people in the morning...families in the afternoon...and uh, rather loud revelers each night.
On the first day, I spotted this cute fuzzy red thing being filmed on the square.
I lost track of how many miles I walked...shopping, walking along the river, admiring the architecture.
Stopped in my tracks when I saw this shop...all three exterior sides of the building, plus the back of the interior, were covered, floor to ceiling with old sewing machines. It was amazing...
Spent the last day in Edinburgh, which 2 1/2 years ago I'd pretty much decided was about the coolest city ever, and I still feel that way. Only this time? Instead of a steady rain, I got to experience blue sky...
So anyway, I'm home and am getting settled back into the routine. There are quilts to be designed and patterns to be written, and new fabrics to drool over. I'm looking forward to getting back to work. It'll be just a bit different now tho...since a piece of my heart will forever be in Scotland.
