A Trip I'll Never Forget

    While you were feasting on pumpkin pie and fighting over who should carve the turkey, I was making my way to Edinburgh Scotland (looking for a bit of comfort in their English language). After a fish and chips dinner we hit the sack, an early morning was ahead. I should clarify "hitting the sack" means staying in my first ever hostel (note it was nothing like the movie, thank goodness). We got up with the roosters and experienced the traditional British breakfast sausage, eggs, beans on toast, mushrooms, and complete with a tomato. Following we had an important meeting with Arthur, the king that is. After a 10-15 min hike we found ourselves at the top of Arthur's seat. This special spot was created so that Arthur was able to look down on the city and watch over Edinburgh. To our advantage we arrived just in time for Christmas markets galore. Followed by a whiskey tour and how Scotch contributed so much to the past of Scotland. America felt so young as I walked down the cobble stone streets and the buildings that I was sure were historic were banks. Saturday the snow began to come down! We skipped and sang Christmas carols; in the meadow you can build a snowman...you get the idea. We popped into a pub/restaurant and enjoyed beef stew and live music. The real treat came later when we found a local pub playing American football. Once again the snow began to fall and cover the ground. What a beauty Edinburgh is with a foot of snow. We made our way to the airport and put seeing another beautiful country under our belt...

You though that's where the trip ended? So did we! We never imagined our flight that day would be cancelled and the next flight wasn't until Tuesday at 11:30pm. We also never imagined we would board the plane and then sit for two hours waiting to take off for our flight to the be cancelled. After being stranded for almost a week, the snow had melted for the most part and we were confident Satudays flight was going to happen. Let me remind everyone Scotland is on the pound and we had spent most of our exchanged currency over the weekend, not anticipating an extended stay. Leave three girls broke in a foreign country and resorting to humbly calling home and begging for money.
 -- If you're wondering if the airport gave us any accomodations at all the answer would be NO! Sleeping in the airport for 4 days IS as bad as it sounds.
Now back to Saturday, we arrive at the airport and make our way to check-in. What's that I hear? "ATTENTION: all flights to Spain are cancelled due to a Spanish air strike!" I know what you're thinking but I couldn't have possbily made this sotry up. Luckily, we had prebooked Sundays flight. Skeptics, we'd become, we didn't believe we were actually heading home until our plane was in the air and we were over halfway to our destination. I don't hold a grudge against Scotland, just their airport!