My wife and I left San Antonio at 9:00 a.m. local time Monday morning. We caught a connecting flight at Washington Dulles on our way to Manchester, England (BTW, Dulles is about the worst airport we've ever experienced to catch a connection - especially from Concourse A to Concourse C).
That flight landed in Manchester at 7:30 a.m. San Antonio time Tuesday morning - almost 24 hours after we left home. We were walking zombies that first day there. However, after a good night's sleep and a great breakfast (I love English bacon) we were good to go Wednesday.
We spent the next two days touring the Englsih countryside. Very lovely - green, lush, quaint ... all the stereotypes come to life. Lunches in old country pubs, home cooked dinners, and lots of English ale served at room temperature. Oh well, you can't have everything.
This morning we caught a train and travelled from Manchester to Scotland. Our son obviously missed us, as he declined our invitation to dinner in favor of having one last night out with the other students in his program. (I may have mentioned earlier that there are 12 students in his program - 11 girls, and him). He has achieved local legend status. The bartender at the pub where we had dinner knew who he was... "That lucky chap with all the birds."
Tomorrow will be spent wrapping up his program and exploring Stirling. Then we head to Edinburgh for three days, and then home.
In the meantime, this is one of the first things I saw upon our arrival in Stirling.
I just may convert to the Church of Scotland...
I’m Talking Whores, People.
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Enjoy the trip, and I like 'my' bacon actually cooked!!! :-)
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