|The Hall of Heads|
|The beautiful Jessica|
We try a variety of whiskey and I'm surprised to find that I like the whiskeys from Isley best.
|This feels so right; me being a member of the Scotch Whiskey Appreciation Society|
Next, Jessica and I eat some haggis (surprisingly tasty; must have been changed for the tourists) and then we went on the literary pub crawl. This was really fun; we were presented with two sides of Edinburgh: the historic, classic side and the seedy, evil underbelly. Most of the writers here had some sort of nefarious reputation and usually spent quite a lot of time in pubs, gentlemen clubs (settle down, thats not what it meant back then...well...usually), and in secret societies.
At the end, I can't decide which side of Edinburgh I appreciate more. Edinburgh is certainly has a dark, shady past and lots of bad shit went down here (I found out more about that on the Ghost Walk...but more on that later).
After the pub tour, we go tango dancing. As I watch the dancers, I feel a little regret. My very nice former boyfriend Scott (Hi Scott, you made into my blog!) was taking tango lessons and I never danced with him. It looks amazing; I wish I had now. Seeing the sensuality, the closeness and the passion of the dance is inspiring. The couples separate; most aren't together at all.
I talk with some people...the one thing I love about traveling is that you learn so much about other peoples lives and possibilities. The world feels open and opportunities exist everywhere for different lives, different paths.
She died pretty young, in her 50s. Her husband had died in battle and it was reported that she died of a broken heart, so deep and abiding was her love.
I walk down the Royal Mile; perhaps the most touristy place in all of Scotland. I love the shop names: Thistle do nicely is a personal favorite.
My heart really warms to old Edinburgh (or old Reekie as it is known by) and I find I'm lighter and happier than I have been in months. Maybe its the whiskey, maybe the tango, maybe the ghosts, I have no idea. But I feel clearer and more confident in my ability to travel as a single woman. I'm surprised that I never feel lonely; I'm pretty happy to keep my own company and get lost in the city and in my own thoughts.
|Me surviving Ben Nevis...barely.|