A week in Scotland. Day 1
One week is certainly not enough. My wife and I landed in Brussels after an eight hour flight. We had a three hour layover which was fine by me and then hopped to Edinburgh (Ed-in-bruh or Ed-in-boro or Ed-in-bura, I chose Ed-in-bruh) in an hour and a half. She planned the entire trip with a little help from our daughter and pre-paid a few things. The first thing that went right was the driver. Andrew was waiting for us as we walked out of baggage claim. She had been talking excitedly about getting a pic of the driver holding the sign with her name on it but she was walking behind me, dragging her stuff, and I walked up to him and said, “This is us.” Andrew was holding an IPad with my wife’s name in large letters. He put it away as soon as I said that and she never saw it. She got over it quickly and we drove a few miles to Old Town and checked into Apex City hotel in Grassmarket.
A lovely Tunisian woman checked us in but we were early. She kept our bags behind the desk and we went exploring. Victoria Street put us in a Harry Potter movie and fortunately we found Bertie’s Proper Fish and Chips and were waited on by an equally pleasant local girl. Had the fish and chips of course and they beat Captain D’s by a long shot. I got a text saying our room was ready so we looked around the shops for a few and then went to get our room key. This was a trip celebrating our anniversary and we did it in late March because I was off work for a week. Sarine, the Tunisian, had a bottle of wine and two glasses waiting for us along with a nice card. We settled in, unpacked, explored a little more, and then went to the room for the night. The weather on the first day was perfect. Clear skies and temps in the low sixties. That would soon change.