Edinburgh took my breath away with it's proud, rugged, aged beauty from the moment my bus rounded the corner into the city center. Serendipitously, pipes struck in and I had the distinct feeling I was arriving HOME. I felt all warm and fuzzy, was immediately attached and
in love. My stay was barely a day, hardly enough time to get to know the city at all, and before I could leave I was already feeling pulled back. Check the [
Flickr set] If you are curious, there are some more images after the jump.
The buildings seem to bleed with Scottish pride although, with the exception of this one scribbling on the wall, the link with England is hardly alluded too.
My short peek into the grounds of the Hollyrood House, the royal residence for the Queen in Edinburgh. Truthfully, I was more interested in Arthur's Seat, an ancient volcano and lovely hike for beautiful views of the city and outlying areas.
And really, can you blame me? I have been living in the flatlands for far too long and a gain of just a few meters elevation makes me swoon, darling. The moment I looked up as alighting the bus (alighting~you like that?)I was looking forward to this walk up the hill.
The views and wild flowers were beautiful and I was thrilled as I climbed some of the rocks. Climbing. Rocks. Oh, how I have missed that. That's all I need for my birthday, people. To climb. Rocks. Nature. It doesn't take much.
At the bottom of Arthur's Seat, and directly across from Hollyrood House is the Scottish Parliament Building. It looks more like an upscale, green apartment complex than the seat of government, but there you have it. Google some more images of the place, it's rather interesting.
The rest of my time was spent wandering, rather aimlessly, through the cities streets and alleyways. A stop into The Writers Museum was lovely and this scribbled on the wall caught my eye: To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive. ~Robert Louis Stevenson
Despite the smell of urine in some of these alleys, I couldn't help but romanticize them a great deal.
An exhibit of funny (and real) signs were on display in a plaza. The Barf B&B was, by far, a favorite.
Free hugs were offered in abundance on the street during the Fringe Fest. And yes, I got me some of that.
More photos will be posted, eventually, on my flickr account. But darlings, I am snap happy, and it will take me some time to get through it all.
Edinburgh took my breath away with it's proud, rugged, aged beauty from the moment my bus rounded the corner into the city center. Serendipitously, pipes struck in and I had the distinct feeling I was arriving HOME. I felt all warm and fuzzy, was immediately attached and in love. My stay was barely a day, hardly enough time to get to know the city at all, and before I could leave I was already feeling pulled back. Check the [Flickr set] If you are curious, there are some more images after the jump.
The buildings seem to bleed with Scottish pride although, with the exception of this one scribbling on the wall, the link with England is hardly alluded too. 
My short peek into the grounds of the Hollyrood House, the royal residence for the Queen in Edinburgh. Truthfully, I was more interested in Arthur's Seat, an ancient volcano and lovely hike for beautiful views of the city and outlying areas.
And really, can you blame me? I have been living in the flatlands for far too long and a gain of just a few meters elevation makes me swoon, darling. The moment I looked up as alighting the bus (alighting~you like that?)I was looking forward to this walk up the hill. 
The views and wild flowers were beautiful and I was thrilled as I climbed some of the rocks. Climbing. Rocks. Oh, how I have missed that. That's all I need for my birthday, people. To climb. Rocks. Nature. It doesn't take much.
At the bottom of Arthur's Seat, and directly across from Hollyrood House is the Scottish Parliament Building. It looks more like an upscale, green apartment complex than the seat of government, but there you have it. Google some more images of the place, it's rather interesting.
The rest of my time was spent wandering, rather aimlessly, through the cities streets and alleyways. A stop into The Writers Museum was lovely and this scribbled on the wall caught my eye: To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive. ~Robert Louis Stevenson
Despite the smell of urine in some of these alleys, I couldn't help but romanticize them a great deal.
An exhibit of funny (and real) signs were on display in a plaza. The Barf B&B was, by far, a favorite.
Free hugs were offered in abundance on the street during the Fringe Fest. And yes, I got me some of that.
More photos will be posted, eventually, on my flickr account. But darlings, I am snap happy, and it will take me some time to get through it all.
4 comments:
I fell in love as well when I visited at 16 yrs...despite my teenage angst...that for whatever reason follows me around even today, tugging at me....ancient rites and passageways...I think that's what's in the middle of the labyrinth called Edinburgh.
ps...I just checked my mail and there was a post card from you! I guess I was feelin your vibes...and I miss you!
love kerry
Lovely! Edinburgh is one place I very much want to visit and, along with Prague, I'm sorry didn't make it onto my Europe itinerary.
OK..I'm in! Italy (too many cities to list) Vienna (Sound of Music geek tour) & now Edinburgh. BTW...I've been invited to Maui....how in the universe will I realize 2 such incredible journeys within 180 days of each other? I'm open to fabulously creative ideas.
Glad your home 'Manda!
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