I spent a good day walking the Royal Mile in Edinburgh, Scotland from the castle to the palace. My favorite part of the day was hiking up Arthur's Seat, a volcanic mountain overlooking the city.
I didn't have much interaction with the locals (turns out they don't sound like Leprechauns afterall, it's the Irish that do... sorry) and I got a bit lonely so I phoned up anyone who may have been awake or just getting into work in California. I can't wait to see how much that cost me.
Today, I checked out of the Globetrotter Inn, a decent first time hostel experience, and rushed to the Museum of Scotland to see an exhibition called 20 Years of Pixar. When I got there I decided that I'd rather not spend 6£ ($12) to sort go back to work. (though I have recurring dreams where Disney hires me back... it's a little scary... am I yearning to return to the grind already?) Instead of seeing animation art, I rushed over to the National Gallery of Scotland to see some beautiful paintings by Van Gogh, Degas, Monet, and more. It was actually the most pleasant time I've had at an art museum in a while. I shot over to this sandwich joint on the Royal Mile called Fresco where I enjoyed another cheap sandwich, drink, and banana for £3.
Then it was off to Dublin. It was pouring rain when I got here and I missed the bus station and ended up walking around town for an hour and a half trying to find my hostel. When I found it, I also found Francesco, my new friend from Italy. We had a cheap dinner at some lousy chain called Abrekebabra. He's letting me use his laptop to bore you to death and let you know that I've made it to Ireland safely. I have no idea what there is to do here. But I'll sort it out.