I woke up this morning knowing I had the whole day to relax and study.
Since I was motivated, but in no rush, I made myself breakfast in bed. I drank my coffee black and made a mental note to pick up more milk at the store. What is it about living alone and never having fresh dairy handy?
On my way to the store, took a little diversion to the post office where I mailed off my first round of airmail letters home. I’m pretty sure the postman thinks I’m a little slow on the uptake, or from a place where there is no postal service. I asked a few too many questions to make sure my letters would be sent to the US. In the end, I left, sure Royal Mail will come through. Sorry Mom, your birthday card is going to be a wee bit late.
Next, I meandered down to Sainbury’s popping into the various thrift shops on the way to get out of the on-again-off-again rain. The sky was overcast and the whole world felt damp. It was a great day to curl up with a cup of tea and my anatomy notes.
I got back from the grocery store, made my tea and sat down with my notes. Ugh. My flat was a disaster. It would be impossible for me to concentrate until I made my bed, washed my dishes, and threw in a load of laundry.
Just then, I received an invitation to climb Arthur’s Seat with one of my classmates. I looked out the window. The sun was shining and I hated to waste a clear afternoon as I hear they are numbered. The weather had changed so completely, I felt like the universe was telling me to go outside and play. I threw a bottle of water in my purse and set off to the hill.
When we initially arrived, the only trail going up seemed…difficult.
So, we kept walking until we found a more official and obviously “easier” trail:
The climb up was steeper than I’d anticipated. In breathless honesty, I *may* have compared climbing Arthur’s Seat to climbing Mount Fuji last summer….
But, we finally got high enough to start our ascent to the top.
I paused a few times on the trail to catch my breath…er…admire the scenery….
After some blood, sweat and perhaps a few tears, we reached the summit:
The wind was blowing so hard, we felt as if we could be lifted off the hilltop any second. Admiring the 360 degree view, South, West, North and then East, we saw one more challenge to conquer:
The trail stopped at a rock face, which I scrambled up with the grace and surefootedness of a Billy Goat. Of course.From the top, the view was even more delicious.
And, just to keep our egos in check, this arthritic old man also made the trip to the top, possibly faster than we did:
Still, we were proud of ourselves for coming such a long way:
But, the sky was threatening rain again, so we made out way down and bid Arthur’s seat adieu.
I walked home (just over 2 miles), even though taking a bus was tempting. It was so peaceful and such good time to reflect on where I am and what I’m doing. Some days, I still pinch myself to make sure this isn’t all a fantastic dream. I’m living in Scotland and pursuing my dream of becoming a veterinarian. In the depths of my soul, 5-year-old Erin is so very happy for FINALLY getting her way.
When I got home, I made some veggie curry, poured a glass of wine, applied an antioxidant mask and started studying…er…blogging.
It’s seriously time for me to hit the books. Seriously.