travel blog
Dr. Seuss may have said, “Oh, the places you will go!”, but he never mentioned the people you’d meet along the way. Today is my one-month anniversary with full-time travel, and specifically with Europe. It’s been a whirlwind month and I’m still trying to catch my breath (and catch up on posts, because I have
What this post really should be titled is “getting a great thigh workout in Edinburgh.” But, I digress. I haven’t been on this journey for all that long, but to stay it’s been hard is an understatement. I’ve never traveled alone extensively and so planning a several-month solo trip was ambitious, to put it lightly.
A woman pushes a cart of desserts and drinks down the aisle and stops at my seat. “Would you like something?” she asks in a broad Scottish accent. My eyes feast upon the entire cart of goodies before ultimately settling on a profiterole (creme puff) with a cuppa tea and a glass of white wine.
My biggest complaint with The Rutland Hotel is that I didn’t get to stay longer. I loved this hotel. I mean loooooved it. I could probably live here. The Rutland is an awesome boutique hotel located in the heart of Edinburgh just off Princes Street. The hotel boasts 12 totally unique rooms combining modern, baroque, and
I visited Edinburgh a few months ago but I’ve had a really hard time trying to find the words to write about it. There haven’t been many places in the world that I’ve visited where I felt emotionally overwhelmed for whatever reason. Scotland had never really been anywhere near the top of my must-see list,