Friday, August 14, 2009
F R E E D O M
If you're not familiar with the movie Braveheart, go watch it. We'll wait the 3 hours before moving on. Okay? Good. This will make so much more sense now:
We visited the Wm Wallace Memorial in Stirling. Nifty little place.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Bonnie Adventures
Well, folks, we’re safe and sound if somewhat disconnected here on the British Isle. We’ve got limited cell minutes (gasp) and no internet at the flat (I’ll wait until you pick yourself up off the floor). Which means that the adventures we’re having aren’t translating into almost-real-time blog entries!
Actually, most of our adventures last week were related to finding some place or helping Kade adjust to the 5 hour time difference- neither of which actually photograph well. But then came the Ceilidh (Scottish traditional dance, versions in other celtic/british groups too).
We arrived a few minutes early. When the other students arrived en masse and saw Kade in his kilt... well, within about 20 seconds he was surrounded by gushing ladies and flashbulbs. I wish I had it on camera. He handled it well, pointing and babbling and signing autographs... then went to go talk to the band.


Saturday, August 1, 2009
Delayed
It's 9.44 pm and we are in the airport instead of somewhere over the Atlantic.
The flight has been delayed- it's not taking off until 0015. That's 15 minutes AFTER midnight. That's about an hour before we were originally scheduled to land, if you're keeping track. Which means our delay is thisclose to being the same length as the actual trans-Atlantic flight.
I can hear the babe protesting Jim's attempts to get him to sleep. I'm 50 yards away, accessing the wi-fi. That sounds bad, but I was the one chasing the babe around the airport earlier, while Jim sat in one place and made calls. I still feel guilty.
And really, he's fighting so hard to stay awake (Kaden) (well, maybe Jim too)--- I wish I could communicate that really, there isn't anything interesting happening here little man. Save your wakefulness for bonnie Scotland.
Whenever we get there...
The flight has been delayed- it's not taking off until 0015. That's 15 minutes AFTER midnight. That's about an hour before we were originally scheduled to land, if you're keeping track. Which means our delay is thisclose to being the same length as the actual trans-Atlantic flight.
I can hear the babe protesting Jim's attempts to get him to sleep. I'm 50 yards away, accessing the wi-fi. That sounds bad, but I was the one chasing the babe around the airport earlier, while Jim sat in one place and made calls. I still feel guilty.
And really, he's fighting so hard to stay awake (Kaden) (well, maybe Jim too)--- I wish I could communicate that really, there isn't anything interesting happening here little man. Save your wakefulness for bonnie Scotland.
Whenever we get there...
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