If I’m being honest, this morning was pretty rough. I was asking AI platforms about the likelihood of people to have intestinal distress after trying haggis for the first time. It’s apparently not that common, making me a special case. We were supposed to be up and ready for our Royal Mile and Edinburgh Castle tour at 10. That wasn’t going to be an option for me. I insisted that I get a little more sleep, but Cas go on the tour. He texted me at a few points. Let me tell you the funniest thing he said in the series of texts, “It’s a great tour, but totally dumb without you. I’m totally not codependent.” I replied, “Yes, but I’m totally not codependent with you.”
Ah, to be young and in love. Okay, maybe not so young. Still… He stepped out this morning and found medicine, a banana and a completely boring bread roll. That was a good start for my dietary needs today. I slept while he went on our Royal Mile and Edinburgh Castle tour. The company we booked with couldn’t move us, as they sell out regularly. I insisted that at least one of us go. He came back to check on me. We walked to a cafe, where he ordered a sandwich and I got my hands on a fruit smoothie. Things were starting to look up. Then, after lunch, I took another nap. It was not my favorite day of our summer travels thus far, but Cas was pitch perfect in being a supportive spouse. He saw that my needs were met, then he took the book he’s been reading and headed out to sit at a table along the main drag where we’re staying. He caught some local color, saw the way the neighborhood flowed and read a few chapters. Mostly, he just kept from distracting me while I slept. We reconvened at the agreed-upon time and headed up the stairs that lead to the top of the Royal Mile. I wasn’t ready for a long walk yet, but I can take stairs in chunks. We had a Scotch Whisky Experience booked today. It was a tasting of five whiskys, a guided tour run by a very entertaining young Scot named Archie and a very nice meal. I tried to hold my own. I smelled, swirled and sipped from each of the glasses, but the tasting amounts (less than a standard shot, thank God) mostly went to Cas. He said he was happy to help. What a guy! I caught the scents and little baby-sips of the flavors, but I am not back to 100% just yet. Cas picked up my slack. Score one for having a very helpful husband. It meant he got extra whisky. I truly am feeling better, though tomorrow may not be a great day to run a marathon or anything. We’ll walk the length of the Royal Mile while Cas repeats the contents of his apparently extensive tour notes to me, then we’ll head back to the Whisky Experience shop to tip Archie (we forgot our cash in the hotel) and do a bit of shopping there, then we’ll head to the train station and make our way to Glasgow. We don’t have a train to Glasgow booked yet, because there are so darn many of them every day that it would be hard to choose the just right time. We’re waiting to see how the morning treats us, then heading out after that.
The only thing we have on the calendar for the next little bit of time is a stay in a fancy hotel in Glasgow tomorrow night and a train from there to London the following afternoon. We planned it low-key, and as of my troubled start to the morning today, I am happy about that.
I did learn Scottish cheers, though. Slàinte Mhath! (slanje-va is the pronunciation, to the best of my understanding.) It is a toast to good health. So if you’re reading this back in the states while I am still over here on the mend, raise a glass or a coffee cup or your bottle of water and say a slanje-va for me. I could use the boost.
Here, once again, is our photo album: tinyurl.com/dunlap-pl
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