I left Scotland yesterday and, although I am in fabulous London,
I miss Scotland terribly.
There was so much I still wanted to do, photos I wanted to take, and people I wanted to see.
I fell in love with Scotland and I feel as if we are kindred spirits,
separated by a country (America) and an ocean (Atlantic).
If you ever are in Beauly, tell the owner of the visitor's center that Tiffany sent you.
If you ever find yourself at Philip King II's Kilt store in Aberdeen, tell them Tiffany says hi.
If you are ever in Inverness, stay at the Eskdale Guest House and give my love to Kathy.
If you are ever at a football match, say hi to the men in suits and give them my regards.
If you ever meet a farmer near Clava Cairns, walk the opposite direction.
I took this at the Urquhart Castle in the Highlands.
If you ever do go to Scotland, let me know and I'll go with you.
Top photo explanation:
While walking from Holyrood down the Royal Mile I spotted two Scottish gents.
I knew my friend Lizzie would appreciate a photo (she has a weakness for the Scottish accent.)
Remember my first man in kilt sighting?
Do you like how I'm getting braver?