Germany’s Weinstrasse

woman in long coat at frankfurt train station

Chris and I (Deah) flew into Frankfurt, and hit the town running! We started at the Dom, the large cathedral that is there, that saw the coronation of ten emperors. We visited the Roemer, which is the town hall, and has portraits of 800 years of German kings and emperors. The Roemer and the Dom are at a large town square, a pedestrian area, which is nice to walk around. We went into a bar for a hefeveizen beer. Then we toured the Städel art museum, with paintings by Rembrandt, Monet, Renoir, Van Gogh, and others. Dinner was a pretzel and then a Freebird burrito that I had brought to Chris, all the way from home!

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Frankfurt’s Cathedral

On Sunday, we picked up our rental car. We drove to Cologne for the sole purpose of seeing the large cathedral (dom) there. The sheer size of the cathedral, begun in 1248, with its twin towers is staggering. When we arrived, a church service was going on, so we couldn’t tour the church yet. Instead we walked up one of the towers- 300 feet (509 steps) and visited the bell tower. You could see a wonderful view of the city and also a nice view of the opposite tower with its gothic ornaments on the outside. It was super cold up there and we were both glad to be dressed warmly. It was amazing, thinking of the techniques that must have gone into building the church. When we came back down from the tower, we had a few minutes to wait, so we went out to the platz and got a beer (55 cents) and a coffee (3.15)- which seemed pretty bizarre to me but made sense to Chris. We sat outside in the sun and drank our drinks, then walked through the Fusgangerplatz and listened to singers, accordion players, harpists, and other musicians in the walking area. We window shopped for a while, then walked back to the church. The service was over so we went inside and looked at the marvelous stained glass windows and the treasures of the church- the main one being the Shrine of the Three Magi, a gold box which purportedly holds the bones of the three magi.

Inside the Cologne Cathedral
Inside the Cologne Cathedral

After viewing the church, we had seen the one thing we wanted to see in Cologne (Koln), so we got back in the car and drove south to Trier. We had at least another hour of daylight, so we went to the Aldstadt (old town) area, and walked around their pedestrian area. The main attraction in Trier is a large Roman archway called the Porta Nigra, and it was really cool to see this structure built in the earliest part of this millennium. We also visited the birthplace of Karl Marx- ironically, close to the BMW dealer, but the house itself was closed, being a Sunday evening. In the Aldstadt area there was a small street fair and we stopped at a wine booth and had a white German Reisling, then moved on to a tent that had gluhwein, a hot spiced cider wine. By then the street fair was packing it in, so we left the city and found our hotel, called Nell’s Park, which was on a cute little park and orangerie. We ate our second Freebird, drank some beer, and called it a night.

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Porta Nigra

Monday morning we drove to Luxembourg, only 20 km or so from Trier, and visited the main city. We visited the city palace, the town hall, some ruins of an old fortress, and had a doner kebab there. It was quite cold that day so we were bundled up in our scarves and gloves. But the views were spectacular and a lot of really old sights to see.

Sightseeing in Luxembourg

Luxembourg City was wired for internet, so we used the chance to sit in the parking lot and look up our next hotel room, which we wanted to visit on the Weinstrasse. We booked a room at a b&b and got directions, and headed back to Germany. Along the way, we visited several villages on the weinstrasse, and saw several vineyards. The quaint little German villages are very picturesque. We found our bed and breakfast and checked in. We were the only guests. The proprietress directed to a German tavern and we went and sat by the fire and ate jagershnitzel and drank hefeveizen. Great food and drink and we were ready for bed.

Vogelstockerhof B&B


The next morning we drove to Burg Trifels, an old German castle that once supposedly housed the Holy Grail, and was also prison to king Richard the Lionheart of England. We walked up a very large hill to the castle, but once inside it was a very nicely renovated castle that definitely gave a good feel of what it was like to live there once upon a time. Replicas of the crown jewels are kept there, the real ones being in a museum in the capital. The cold winds blew in the many windows and we were once again grateful for our warm coats. After walking back down to our car, we hopped in and got ready to drive to Lake Constance, on the border of Germany, Austria, and Switzerland.

We arrived in Freiderickshafen just before five, and parked near the walking center. We toured the streets of the old town, and then stopped by the train station to get directions to our guesthouse. It was only a km or so away, so we got checked in there and talked to the owner about where to go for dinner. He directed us to a castle not far away, where we parked, and we walked back to the city center, along the promenade around the lake. The sun was setting and across the lake the lights of Switzerland and Austria twinkled. We wound up going to a restaurant called Panorama on the 12th floor of a tower that gave us a beautiful view of the lake and three countries and had wonderful French food for dinner- including a garlic soup that I thought would sounded weird but turned out to be awesome.


Wednesday morning we woke up, had breakfast, and decided to drive into Liechtenstein. We left Germany, and were in Austria for less than one minute when we were pulled over and given a ticket for not having a pass to drive on the Austrian highways.Make sure you have the pass! After paying the ticket, we drove through Austria for twenty more minutes and were in Liechtenstein. We drove to Vaduz, their capital city, and stopped by their Postage Museum, and saw the residence of their monarch, Prince Hans Adam II. We visited a winery and tried some reisling and some merlot, bought two bottles, and headed back to Germany via Austria. The amazingly beautiful Swiss Alps were our backdrop through this entire day, and the snowcapped peaks made for great photos.

Once back in Germany, we headed to two famous castles, set right beside each other. Neuschwanstein, built in the 1840’s by Bavaria’s mad King Ludwig, and Hohenschwangau, another of Ludwig’s family’s residences, are amazing examples of European castles at their finest. Both are perched atop high crags, and you can take a horse drawn carriage, or tough it out and walk, and see both on an afternoon. Well worth the hike and a nice chance to get some exercise.

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Neuschwanstein Castle

We left the castles and continued toward Munich, taking the “Romantisschestrauss” for part of the way. Twisty, turning roads through cute little Alpine villages, high up in the mountains, still with snow on the ground. An excellent chance for a one-sided snowball fight. Eventually we got on the autobahn to Munich and arrived in the city around dusk. We found our hotel, which was very conveniently located right in the middle of the historical district, just one block from the marienplatz and one block from the Hofbrauhaus. We checked in the hotel, and left for the Hofbrahaus, where we proceeded to drink five liters of beer. I guess we had a good time, but I can’t really say for sure, as I don’t remember the second half of the evening or the walk home.

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Chris at the Hof Brau

Thursday morning we got up, ate breakfast, and set out to see the historic section of Munich. Very beautiful rathaus (town hall) and church with a facade that includes over 600 statues and gargoyles on the sides of the building, and includes a very comples glockenspiel that chimes twice a day and plays several songs and has marionnettes that act out various events in the city’s history. We grabbed a bratwurst and ate it standing outside the market area, and then went back to Hofbrauhaus for some more beer, oompah band, and servings girls in dirndls. Then we spent the afternoon at the Deutsche Museum, a six-story building that we only had time to explore two floors of before they closed at 5. The Deutsche Museum includes galleries of modern marvels such as marine transportation, aeronautics, physics, chemistry, etc, with lots of interactive displays.

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Munich


Friday morning we left Munich and went to Dauchau, the first concentration camp built by the Nazi’s in 1933. They have an extensive visitor’s center and you can walk around and see the barracks, the crematorium, and watchtowers. The memorials include several chapels and churches built by various faiths and the museum is quite extensive, a very moving experience.

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Dauchau

After leaving Dauchau we headed towards Stuttgart. We drove through the city and looked around, but our hotel was out a little further, in a suburb called Zufenhaussen. There was a nice German restaurant right around the corner from the hotel, so we ate there (schnitzel and spoetzel, of course). The next morning we went a few blocks over to the Porsche factory and museum and looked at their new and old cars.

On our way back to Frankfurt we stopped in Wurzburg, a cute little city with a large UNESCO heritage site called the Residenz. We spent a couple of hours walking around the public gardens, then touring the residenz. The building itself is amazing, patterned after Versailles, and extensive renovations are going on inside to save and restore the 18th century wall and ceilings paintings and stucco work. Outside the residenz, we walked toward the pedestrian area, followed a walking bridge over the Rheine and visited a couple of churches, and ate our last lunch meal of donner kabab (for Chris) and bratwurst (for me). Wurzburg turned out to be a real hidden jewel and a great way to spend our last afternoon.

At last we were back near the Frankfurt airport, and stayed at the same hotel we had stayed in the previous Saturday night. We found a very random, but quite good, Croatian/Hungarian restaurant and had a fabulous meal. In fact we both ate way too much and felt way too full afterwards! But we both enjoyed the dinner very much. In the morning, we returned the car to the airport, said our goodbyes, hoping to have another fabulous trip soon. In all, I loved Germany and would love to go back and see the northern and eastern part soon.

The Secrets of Sao Tome

couple sitting on equator line sao tome island

Chris and I spent the week before Christmas on the island of Sao Tome. We had a wonderful vacation- it was so great to get out of Angola! During our week on the island, Chris got his diving certification at Club Maxel Dive Center, we stayed at some really nice hotels, and we also stayed in a little hut down on the beach. Very secluded and very hidden! I’m not telling the name here because I want it to stay hidden!

We rented a car and drove all over the island, which is pretty small, and enjoyed several meals and drinks at Café e Companha, also known as MJ’s, a little expat hang out in the downtown. We also visited the Claudio Carallo chocoalate factory. We stayed the last 3 days at a nice hotel right on the beach, and while we were there we met some really nice people- one of them invited us to his house one night for an awesome South African braii (barbecue).

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Pico Cao Grande

We ate at a fabulous old plantation, Roca Săo Joăo dos Angolares, that is now owned by a Portuguese chef and had the best meal… ever.  

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Old Portuguese plantation house

I think Chris’s favorite part of the trip was when we rented a small boat from some fishermen and boated over to the small island “Ilhéu das Rolas” that has the equator running through it. We beached the boat and climbed up a hill to the point where the “actual” imaginary line runs through the island.

Sao Tome is a really, really beautiful place. Like Angola, they were originally a Portuguese colony, so a lot of people there speak Portuguese, but also a kind of English creole. Dotted throughout the island are tons of old Portuguese plantation houses that have been abandoned since the Portuguese left in 1975. Some people are starting to reclaim those houses and are turning them into eco-lodges, hotels, and restaurants. I think Sao Tome is a place that would be really cool to visit again in ten years. I had a great time and it was a wonderful way to spend Christmas.

That Time I Spent Thanksgiving in Jail- in Africa

the village of N'Dalatando Angola


Yes, the rumors are true. I was arrested last weekend and thrown in the slammer. In Africa. As Jonathan says “All respectable expats have spent some time in jail. Welcome to Africa!”. Here’s the story:

Chris and I were taking a road trip to the Calendula waterfalls, about 8 hours away from Luanda. Naturally with a long drive like that we would take turns driving. However, we both forgot all abut the fact that my purse had been stolen the previous weekend, and my driver’s license along with it. Of course about half an hour after I start driving, we get pulled over. It was just a routine police check just before N’Dalentando, the capital of Kwanze Norte province. Chris showed his id cards but they also asked for mine. I didn’t have my driver’s license, and I had left my passport at home (we had thought it would be safer there). So the police took us into the city, to the Office of Immigration.

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Giant sinkhole in town

We spent the rest of the day (Thursday) dealing with Immigration. They were mainly concerned about seeing my passport. But they were also acting like it wasn’t that big of a deal, so we thought they would eventually just let us go. Everything in Africa takes time. But by the end of the day, they still were dealing with us, so they made us spend the night there. We slept in the car in the parking lot of the immigration building. We called a friend in Luanda and he got the key to the house, and retrieved my passport.

Friday morning, our friend in Luanda took my passport to the Immigration office in Luanda and showed it to them, and they called the guys in N’Dalentando, and we were done. We thought. Then the immigration guys said we needed to go see the police chief about the driving without a license charge. So we drove over there. When we got there, a woman asked us a bunch of questions, and decided we needed to see the judge. So we drove to the courthouse, and waited around there a while. Finally, the judge asked a bunch of questions (mainly the same ones) and informed us that the penalty for driving without a license in Angola is one month in jail! We explained about the stolen license, and she said she needed to see a copy of the license, and until she did, I was going to jail. And with that, she picked up her purse and left for the day! Even though it was only 2:30 in the afternoon.

We were pretty freaked out about the jail part, so I called Ken, in Texas, and asked him to go to my parents’ house, and look through the mail- I had ordered a new license when my purse was stolen, so it should have arrived. Chris was going to call Ken back in an hour or so, and the police took me off to jail. They took my shoelaces. Chris gave me some clothes from our backpacks to use as pillows, and a magazine, and some bottled water. I went into the cell and the guard locked the door. The cell had no electricity, it was about 5″x8″, and it had an outdoor latrine. I was the only one in there for a few hours.

Chris had found a courthouse clerk named Amadou, who spoke some English, so they went off together to go find a way to get me released. He promised to return in a couple of hours with some dinner.
Being in jail wasn’t too bad. The guards were really nice and came over to talk to me and play music for me on their cell phones. After a while we started doing Portuguese/English lessons. You learn a lot of words when you’re in trouble with the law in a foreign country. I learned more Portuguese in those four days than I did in the first four weeks I was here.

Meanwhile, Chris was busy, finding a phone with charge in it and some phone minutes (his phone charge was gone and we hadn’t brought the charger with us), finding internet connection (he had to go to four or five places before he found the only one in town, at the Catholic Mission), and coordinating with Ken in Texas and other people in Luanda. Ken had retrieved my new driver’s license and scanned it in and emailed it to Chris, who got it printed out. He brought me some dinner- an MRE and some juice- and said he was going to look for the judge or the police chief, and he’d be back later.

The sun sets here around 7 pm and when there’s no electricity, there’s nothing to do except lay down and try to sleep. Another woman, Vivi, was brought to my cell for a while, but released about an hour later (her husband was abusing her so they put her in jail for “protection”). I couldn’t really sleep- all I had was a blanket (from Vivi- she told me she’d come pick it up the next day) and a somewhat dirty sheet, on a concrete floor- so I sat up in the doorway with a lit candle for a while. I was still sitting up like that when Chris came in again at 9:30, and said they were releasing me from jail.

I was out of jail but we had to stay in town for the weekend. I was basically detained under house arrest. We found one restaurant to get lunches and dinners, but other than that I just stayed at the “hotel” (an empty boarding house, maybe?) we found. If I left the hotel, the police followed us around. But really, they were pretty nice about it and were just trying to keep an eye out for us, I think. We hung out in the city (town, really, it wasn’t that big-maybe five or six main streets) on Saturday and Sunday, and then Monday morning we went to the courthouse. We met with the same judge, who took us into to a “tribunal”, a short trial with three judges. The other judges didn’t seem to really care at all about this whole situation, but for some reason my original judge really had a thing for keeping the case going. Finally, after a couple of hours, I was declared “absolvo” and released. I waited a good half hour while some guy on a manual typewriter typed up a copy of my release papers,– and then actually SEWED my court case shut with twine– and then we beat it out of town. We never did get to see the waterfalls.

All in all, it was an interesting weekend. I learned a lot of Portuguese. I got a close look at the Angolan justice system. An even closer look at an Angolan jail. And, it was an excellent lesson in reminding me to always keep paper copies of my documents with me. It wound up being a very cheap Thanksgiving vacation- when we added it up, we came to about $270 for a five day trip. Of course, two of those nights were in the car and two nights were in a very scary “hotel”- I use quotation marks because I can guarantee that unless you’ve been to a third world country, you haven’t seen a place like this. But at least along the way we met some really interesting people, and a few people like Amadou and Americano, a police officer who was very helpful. And we got to have an adventure.

Arriving in Angola

Dallas to Chicago, Chicago to London, London to Lisbon; after 36 hours I was ready to land in Luanda, Angola. The man next to me on the plane asked me if I had ever been to Angola. “You’re going to hate it”, he said. And that was my introduction to Africa.

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Flying into Angola

Luanda, the capital city of Angola, is a large city with modern skyscrapers, electronic billboards, and an unbelievable amount of traffic. There are very few traffic lights here; they are big on round-abouts, and left turns are illegal. There aren’t taxis here, but there are small mini-buses called “particulars” that swarm over the city, taking people from one neighborhood- barrio- to another. The city is covered with this red dirt, which immediately turns to red mud during the rainy season. A formerly communist country, Luanda has streets named “Rua Ho Chi Minh”, “Avenida Lenine”, and “Avenida Comandante Che Guevara”. Luanda is not the worst capital city in the world, but it isn’t the best either.

Luanda, Angola


Shortly after arriving here, we had a midnight (okay, 8 pm) hash “pub crawl” from our house and discovered 6 or 7 small bars right in our neighborhood, which is called Miramar. Good to know that we can walk to several small places, given the traffic here. The Marine House is two blocks away, the US Embassy is three blocks away, and the school where I am working part-time at is 4 blocks from here. Chris and I both walk to work most days.

There are few roads in and out of the city, and the traffic makes it really hard to get out of Luanda. You have to be prepared to sit for long periods of time in traffic jams, due to police checks, broken-down vehicles, and sometimes just completely unexplainable delays. Luanda Sul, where the international school is, is only 15 kilometers outside the city but it takes at least an hour to get there. Even people who live inside Luanda, if they leave work between 5 and 7 pm, can take up to an hour to get home (or longer on really bad days). Chris is very lucky to live so close to his work.


We leave Luanda as often as we can- we went to Luanda Sul and visited an artisan market there- selling all kinds of crafts ranging from cheetah skins to tribal masks to carved ivory. We bought some hand-painted cloth (tablecloth and placemats) that are very pretty, and a necklace and earring set made of cow bone. Also, we took the road going north to visit some beaches, including one that has the skeletal remains of several old ships, mostly Russian ones. One weekend we went south, and wound up at a fishing lodge on the River Kwanza. It was quite nice.


This weekend Chris had to be in Lobito, a town several hours south of here, to do some work thing and I went with him. It’s a pretty long drive- as Angola is the size of Texas and California put together, you can drive for several days and still be in Angola. If we drove for like a million hours east, we’d eventually hit Zambia, and to the north is Congo and Democratic Republic of Congo (used to be Zaire). Anyway, Lobito is fun, a little colonial city and a taste of small-town Africa.


All in all, it’s an interesting and sometimes challenging place to live. It’s super expensive. It’s very crowded. The best thing about it is that it has Chris in it. I enjoyed going to the Marine Ball with him this year. We’re enjoying our time together and planning lots of fun adventures.

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Chris and Deah, Marine Ball 2007

England, Ireland, and Scotland

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Chris had a conference outside of London and then some time off, so I flew to London to meet him there and travel a bit.  We spent the first two days in London, and did a little sightseeing:  the British Museum (home of the Rosetta Stone, how cool to see that!), the London Eye, and some fun side trips around Piccadilly Circus, Covent Gardens, Trafalgar Square, and Waterloo.  We spent one really great evening with our friend Jonathan, who took us to a wonderful dinner and some fun bars.  It was nice seeing him; we hadn’t seen him since he left Haiti two years ago.

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Chris and Deah, about town

We left London and took a train to Wales.  We stayed in a quaint little city and visited the castle at Caernarfon, which hosted the investitures of two Princes of Wales, in 1911 and 1969 (Prince Charles).  It was really interesting being in Wales and hearing Welsh spoken everywhere.  We went to a small museum that detailed the Royal Welsh Fusiliers, a fascinating part of the British Army. 

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Caernarvon, Wales

Eager to see Ireland, we took a ferry from Holyhead (Wales) to Dublin.  Unfortunately, we arrived on the evening of a giant soccer game, so the entire city was booked as far as hotel rooms went.  So, we decided to just lock our stuff in the bus station and pull an all-nighter.  We headed down to the Temple Bar area, a part of Dublin akin to Sixth Street in Austin, where the streets are blocked to cars and there are probably 50 or more bars to go haunt.  We enjoyed the pubs and bars until dawn, when we caught an early bus out of town to go to Cork.

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A Guiness and an Irish Coffee, sláinte!

Sleeping on the bus, we arrived in Cork by noon and got a room.  Cork is a small city with a very friendly walkable city center.  They have a museum there on the history of Irish butter, which I hadn’t known was once internationally renowned- the major papers of the world quoted the price of Cork butter daily all through the 1800’s and early 1900’s.  The things you learn when on vacation….

From Cork we took a short day trip to the Blarney Castle.  And yes, we kissed the Blarney Stone! I guess we both have the gift of eloquence now.  Blarney is a great little village that is exactly what you would expect to see in Ireland.

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Kissing the Blarney Stone

After Cork, we cruised through Waterford, staying the night in a crazy 1970’s-style bed and breakfast, and we visited the Waterford Crystal factory.  We took a tour and were able to see workmen actually blowing the glass and making the etchings.  Very cool.

We returned to Dublin to see the city by day, and spent a couple of nights there.  We visited the Jameson Distillery, where we learned the difference between Scotch Whiskey, Irish Whiskey, and American Bourbon.  We got to sample 5 kinds of whiskey and do a taste test, which was fun.  We headed over to the Guinness Brewery the same day, and did a tour of their seven-story building.  Two really great museums, if you’re ever in Dublin; completely worth doing.  Maybe don’t do them on the same day, though.

On our last day in Dublin, we visted Trinity College to see the Book of Kells, an ancient 5th century, hand illustrated text of the Gospels.  Trinity College has an amazing library and it was quite an experience getting to walk through it.

We headed to Northern Ireland, and stayed in Belfast.  We did a bus tour of the city, which helped us get oriented.  You can definitely still see the effects of decades of bombings and paramilitary activity between the Nationalists and the Unionists- those who want Northern Ireland to be a part of the (Catholic) Republic of Ireland and the (Protestant) United Kingdom.  I found all of that history and information to be very interesting; I would love to take a class on that.

We took a bus trip up farther north to the Giant’s Causeway, a unique geological land formation- and a great hike.  It was typically northern Irish weather that day, cold and rainy, and it felt great to put on my hiking shoes and my rain jacket and go for a long walk up the cliffs- I listened to U2 on my iPod for the occasion.

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Carick A Rede, Northern Ireland

After that, we ferried from Belfast to Scotland, landing in Stranraer, where we stayed the night in a tiny village- tiny as in one pub, one bed and breakfast, and a bus stop.  We actually had a really great dinner there that night- the cool weather was perfect for a beef-and-guinness pie.  The following day we took the train into Glasgow, and got a room at a hostel.  We did a bus tour of Glasgow, to get a feel for the city.

The next day, we took a short train- one hour- to Edinbourough, which was an amazing city.  The castle!  The university!  The kilts! We ate haggis there!  I love this site here because the picture at the top, I stood there!  Both the Fringe festival and the Royal Military Tattoo were going on in August, so there was plenty to do in the city, plus they have an amazing array of museums- including the Royal Museum and the Dynamic Earth Museum.  You could spend an entire day at either one of these museums.  We stayed in the city of Edinburgh until late that evening, drinking Guinness in a pub, to catch the beginning of the Edinhburgh Military Tattoo– sort of a giant drumfest, but including horses!  Really beautiful.

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Scottish Military Tattoo

Our trip was coming to an end, so we took one last day trip out to some of the highlands of Scotland.  We visited Loch Lomond, a magnificent lake, and then Stirling Castle (of Braveheart fame).  We had a great tour guide that day- said “wee” all the time, as in “I have a wee tale to tell you….”.  He was like a little leprechaun.  He did a great Sean Connery impression.  The fifteenth-century castle was really interesting to walk through and see.

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Viking graves, Scotland

With that, it was time to go back to London.  We had a fabulous steak dinner in Glasgow, then caught an overnight train to London and flew out the next morning.  Overall, I would say it was one of the greatest trips I’ve ever taken and I enjoyed all of it.  I would love to go back, but there are so many other places I want to see…..