. This first thing we did was get out a map and find the Papa John's so we knew where we could order pizza from that evening. After we did that, we headed out to walk the Royal Mile, a mile long street in Edinburgh that has shops, churches, graveyards and so much more. Once we were on the Royal Mile we ate a late lunch at a place by the name of Garfunkel's; It was delicious (one of the best things about traveling on the weekends is we can finally eat decent food!). On our way to eat we spotted some little shops that looked like fun to go into, so we went back to them after our lunch and looked around. On the way to the shops, this is what we saw. The first thing that I noticed, was this lady, with rainbow colored... hair, if you want to call it that. She was kind of dressed like a voodoo child or something, and when she turned around to face the side of the street we were on, well let's just say I hope she didn't see my face. She had piercings all over her face and tattoos as well, it was a bit disturbing, but for some reason she looked familiar. Later in the weekend we saw her again with a Guiness Book of World Records sign in front of her, so maybe that's where I recognized her from, and if that wasn't it, I'm having some type of creepy dejavu. There was a little stand selling all sorts of rings and jewelry so we went over to have a look at it all. While we were doing that I heard a familiar sound, the sound of one my favorite bands' song. There were two guys sitting on the steps of St.
Giles cathedral, one with a bongo drum, the other with a small guitar, singing Kings of Leon songs. I immediately walked over and commented on their choice of music. They asked me if I had a favorite song, and so I gave them one I knew well. They played it, and it was awesome! After that, I threw a pound in the guitar case as a token of thanks and moved on down the street. We soon ran into a bagpiper, getting down to some bagpipin' tunes. We stopped to listen, and it was funny because people were running up and getting their pictures taken beside the bagpiper while he stood there stiff as a board, playing his music. Like I said, everyone was running up getting their picture beside the guy, so I decided it would be entertaining if a few of us at a time ran up and did a sort of Irish jig beside him. That was pretty hilarious and we got it all on video. Later that night, when we were on our way to our ghost tour, (everyone reading this should google the Mackenzie poltergeist) there was a Polish man entertaining people with his fiery tricks, and I quote, "And now, for your entertainment, I willa burn mya feet! This isa no joke people!" again, pretty hilarious. So we go to our haunted ghost tour after we pass the Polish man, and it was very informative, but not exactly what we expected, we weren't scared, not even once. The next day was saturday, the best day of them all, for this was the day we climbed to King Arthur's Seat, and it was the greatest feat of them all. It took us a total of four hours to climb to the very top and back down again, but before all that, let me tell you the good stuff. There was a sign at the bottom of the mountain that said something along the lines of, please stay on mountain path, or something like that. I didn't actually see the sign because Stephanie and I were too busy looking at this other path, this path that was screaming our name, mainly because it looked treacherous and steep, uninviting but at the same time so inviting we couldn't stand it
. This path was basically a vertical path, made, no doubt, by a mountaineer of some sort. Ok, maybe not, but it was really steep. It was amazing and when we got to the top, we could see all of Edinburgh as well as other cities surrounding Scotland and the coast. There was a boat that was eye level with us, and it looked like it was floating in the clouds, it was strange. In fact, it feels pretty surreal looking back on it. After we climbed back down the mountain the right way, which took about 20 minutes, we ate at a pub called the Greenmantle, and maybe it's because we were so hungry, but it was awesome. After that, we went back to our hotel to rest, fell asleep for about an hour, got up and went walking about Edinburgh for a little bit before we went to bed for the night, because we had to get up early in the morning to get on the bus. The next part of the trip was rather boring, we went to a roman wall, which is really interesting with it's history and the fact that it's still standing and everything, but we had already seen two other roman walls. So I found something to entertain myself. There were two little boys, probably about 4 years old dressed up as Roman soldiers. They were adorable, and running from the "emeny" so I video taped them. After that, we went to Durham to eat lunch, and 4 hours later we were back at good ol' Harlaxton. It was a great weekend.
Before going to Scotland, I was told by the locals in Grantham to keep my purse attached to my side at all times, and to be very cautious of where all my belongings were. Also, going to Edinburgh was exciting because I'd never been, but I wasn't real sure what I should be excited about. About four hours into the drive, (it takes six to get there from Harlaxton) my excitement was building tremendously. It was just like the movie P.S. I Love You, all around me, except for the fact that I wasn't in Ireland. Farmland surrounded every inch of me, with little white fluffy sheep everywhere. It was so beautiful. Small stone cottages, or farmhouses rather, on top of hills, running streams and windmills all along the way. Then, bam, we're in Edinburgh, and I couldn't wait to get out of the bus and stretch my legs. We stayed at the Royal British Hotel on Princes Street, which by my mistake I kept calling Princess Street all weekend. It was a nice hotel that blended in quite nicely between a Disney Store, (that's not American now is it?) and a Carphone Warehouse, which is Best Buy's cell phone company in Europe. This hotel, unlike the one in London, provided shampoo, conditioner and washcloths