Do you ever feel like the gears in your brain get stuck? Seriously, I have been trying to put words to paper for four solid days and I haven’t been able to get past ‘hello’! Maybe it has something to do with the elephant sitting on my left sinus cavity. Anyway, if today’s post stinks, you will know why! 😀
Today we’re going to take a quick look at the oldest surviving building in Edinburgh. This is St. Margaret’s Chapel, located at Edinburgh Castle.
Edinburgh Castle atop Castle Rock
Don’t mess with the castle. They have cannons!
Clocktower in the Royal Palace at Edinburgh Castle
On a breeze,
Catch the past.
A cobble mile
Of trodden path.
Feel its life
You’ll never leave.
All will stay.
The Number 11’s brakes squealed and let out a whoosh as the bus jerked to a halt on Edinburgh’s busy Princes Street. The driver opened the door and two people who had never before crossed an ocean now found themselves about to step out into the heart of Scotland’s capital city. We bubbled with anticipation. Excited about the day ahead, we climbed off of the red and white double-decker and took our first tentative steps onto the bustling street. Buses, cabs, cars, bicycles, pedestrians…all were players in the well-organized chaos around us. Ahead, the Scott Monument-very Gothic and very impressive-pointed sharply toward the sky. The squeal of a bagpipe cried in the distance. It was May, the weather was fine, and we had a destination in mind. Edinburgh’s Old Town and the Royal Mile.
You have probably heard it said that it’s not about the destination but the journey. The Scottish author Robert Louis Stevenson once said, “For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.” I like your point, RLS! But if your destination is Edinburgh, Scotland, then I want to submit to you that your journey has only just begun.