Friday, August 21, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
This is one of the buildings of Moray House School of Education where I'll be starting on Monday. For those of you whom I showed pictures of my school to on Google Maps and it was a modern looking building, I was sort of wrong. The building from Google Maps is part of Moray House, but it's the Sports and Physical Education building. There are a few other buildings across the street where I'll probably be spending most of my time.
Here's another photo of one of the buildings that is part of Moray House. It's actually the library.
This is Holyrood Park. There was a concert going on, hence the crowd.
Here, you can see the huge crowds along the Royal Mile. There are just so many people! I feel sorry for the people who have to get to work in the morning!
More crowds with a tour bus trying to get through!
Jeremy was clearly getting sick of my picture taking at this point. I think he was embarrassed to be seen looking like a tourist. I had to keep reminding him that we were tourists. This is at one of the staircases to the Grassmarket. There are all kinds of random alleys and staircases taking you to other streets as a shortcut. A lot of them aren't on the map, so it's fun discovering them as you go.
This was taken in the staircase down to the Grassmarket. Even the Scots know!
Here's Jeremy trying Haggis for the first time! I had a bite too, and it was actually pretty good! We ate at Maggie Dickson's (I posted the story about her earlier). Because of the Festivals going on right now, it was so busy anywhere we went and we ended up sitting on the patio. It wasn't exactly patio weather, but we were hungry, so we stuck it out. Plus, Maggie Dickson's was so busy that we had to wait an hour for food because they ran out of dishes!
Haggis, tatties, and neeps (aka haggis, potato, and turnip)
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
The first pub Jeremy and I went to was called Maggie Dickson’s, which came with a very interesting story. Apparently, Maggie Dickson was this young mom who, soon after having her second son, ran away and lived in a Bed & Breakfast. She got to know the owner of the B & B very well and became friends with her, but became even better friends with the B & B owner’s son. Maggie found herself pregnant and hid it from everyone so as not to get into trouble, but apparently, in those days, it was illegal to conceal a pregnancy. Maggie went into labor early and decided to put the baby in the river, but lost nerve at the last minute, and hid the baby in the reeds by the river instead. Not long after, some men found the baby. It was soon revealed that Maggie was the mother and she was sentenced to be hanged. Before being buried, however, the funeral procession heard muffled moans coming from the coffin. They opened the lid to find that Maggie was alive! Maggie returned to full health, but there was a problem. Should she be hanged again? Representatives from the Church, the University and the Town Council debated the issues, and decided that her sentence was already carried out, and whatever happened thereafter was in the hands of God, and who were they to question God? Maggie lived on for another 40 years in Edinburgh known as Half Hangit Maggie.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
“We Be Fancy”
This blog entry has been brought to you by the Letter J. Followed by the letters E, R, E, M, and Y.
This afternoon the family decided to get fancy before Katie and I headed to the airport. We got out the best linens and fine china, then in a ceremonial send-off, we popped the cork off a bottle of champagne. We quickly raised our glasses and said our cheers because we couldn’t wait to take a bite out of our hamburgers. We’ll always remember the day we left Canada because it was the only day in the history of ever that someone had champagne and hamburgers together. Don’t knock it!
Then, Dave, Patrick, and I decided to dress up like Mexicans in honour of moving to Edinburgh. Dave and I obviously had too much champagne... I still don’t know why Patrick did it. Peer pressure?
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While Jeremy and I were in line to check in, our families waited off to the side. That’s when Dad decided to make Cindy cry by saying, “Cindy, you’re not even crying yet.” To which her response was, “CRY.” After checking in and saying our tearful goodbyes [Jeremy almost cried, you’re not alone Cindy] to our families, Jeremy and I indulged in a pizza, salad, and water that cost $26! The airport knows how to milk it because people can’t buy food anywhere else.
Then, at about 6:10pm we sat at our gate for the short wait to board at 6:40. Unfortunately, we heard there was going to be a delay. Word on the street said there was inclement weather. Our plane finally left the tarmac at 9pm, when it was supposed to leave at 7:40.
P.S. While waiting at the gate, we saw a woman walking around with her 1 year old son, and Jeremy said, and I quote, “I hope we get to sit next to her and her baby. I’m going to chat her up to see if that baby has a daddy.”
Guess who we sat next to on the plane?
Yep. The baby and his momma. We found out he has a daddy. He kept touching Jeremy’s shoulder because he missed the male companionship of his father. So did she. Just kidding.
Fortunately, the baby slept for the majority of the flight.
P.P.S. This paragraph is brought to you by Jeremy (bolded for emphasis, as a friend thought Katie was the one farting)! And the letters F, A, R, T. As many of you know, chili, beer, and the state of being alive make me gassy. I found out that flying does the same thing based on my experiences flying to Mexico, and now Edinburgh. Anyway, I farted. Which prompted previously mentioned mother to sniff her son’s butt. She then promptly took him to the back to the change table to clean him up. While she was back there, the seatbelt light went on because of turbulence and she was stuck at the back for about half an hour. I farted for the rest of the trip.
Here’s a picture of ME sleeping on the plane:
Here’s a picture of how I slept - we just don’t have a shot from the actual flight.:
We arrived in Exeter. What we originally assumed would be a quick stop to let passengers off and pick up new passengers, turned into a security check point where we had to get off the plane and go through security, wait for the plane to be cleaned, and then re-board to continue on to Edinburgh. Needless to say, we were dead... tired, that is.
Here are some shots from above England!
“Welcome to Edin-bor-oh”
Our flight attendant seemed thoroughly confused by the name Edinburgh. Every time she had to say it on the PA she said it as a question. Edin-bor-oh? She had the same problem with the name of the pilot and Exeter. We weren’t entirely sure if she knew where she was or what she was supposed to be doing.
We arrived in Edinburgh at 11am local time, surprisingly at the time we were supposed to. I guess the pilot was speeding?
(Check out our flat keys, by the way!)
A kid answered (so clearly it wasn’t ours) and I just said, “Sorry, wrong place.” Turns out ours was across the hall. I tried the key, but couldn’t get it to work, so I went back outside to get Jeremy to try it. He tried and couldn’t get it either. We went back and forth a couple times with no luck. We looked at each other, shrugged, and said, “Edin-bor-oh?” We cried.
Jeremy found a pay phone to call Click-Let, to which they said, “just pull the door while you turn the key. Steven’s been there before and he says it’s really tough.” Jeremy came back and finally go the door open. Whew.
We weren’t 10 minutes in when Fay arrived! She brought us towels, bedding, and some food [mostly goodies, actually]. Then she took us out for dinner to a place called “Al Dente.” Not exactly Scottish cuisine, but it was the only place open that served food. Apparently bars don’t serve food here. Weird.
While we were walking around looking for a place to eat, Jeremy and I kept getting mixed up as to which ways to look first when crossing the street. At one point, I almost stepped out into the street when Fay grabbed my arm because a car was coming from the other direction. However, Jeremy kept walking and got hit and rolled over the hood and windshield. He continued somersaulting and rolling onto the other side of the street where he quickly jumped up, brushed himself off and called to Fay and I, “hurry up guys! I’m hungry.” He won’t be making that mistake again (in case any of you are scared that this is a true story, don’t worry. Jeremy just made it up. Jeremy wasn’t hungry. We had already eaten by this point). Needless to say, it’s going to take some getting used to when watching for traffic.
We went straight to bed after Fay left around 7pm Edinburgh time. We slept straight through until 11am. That’s 16 hours of sleep! Oh shoot.
6 August 2009
“Would you like a 2L jug of beer with that?”
We had a bunch of things on our agenda for today, number 1 being groceries. Fay told us about Sainsbury’s, a grocery store close to us. It’s like a Loblaws. Only with bad teeth and an accent. Once we had everything we thought we needed, we walked through the last aisle just in case. That’s when we found out that they basically have an LCBO in the grocery store! No lie, there was a 2L bottle of Strongbow cider.
They must drink this stuff like pop over here. Unfortunately, they only had Innis & Gunn Original (for those of you reading this who have never tried it, TRY IT!). Stay tuned for a future posting when Jeremy discovers a flavour of Innis & Gunn that’s not available in Canada.
For those of you who don’t know, Matthew Westacott loves HP sauce. He puts in on everything. Especially his cereal. We found a bunch of flavoured HP that we’ve never seen in Canada (Matthew, I know we can’t send booze in the mail, but maybe we can send HP).
We did some other shopping today as well because our flat doesn’t have some things we either needed or wanted. We picked up a teapot (the one in the flat was all rusted inside. Gross), some sharp knives, and a frying pan among other things. One of the things we bought today was a “toilet scale” (apparently people need to weigh their toilets?) that was only £2.99. (It took Jeremy 35 minutes, and a system terminal override, to fix the special character function for the pounds symbol. That’s the kind of dedication we have to our blog and our readers). The scale is in kilograms, so now I have to do math anytime I weigh myself. Ugh.
Well, that’s it for now, mates (pickin’ up the lingo).
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Sunday, August 2, 2009
We also have some address tags with Canadian flags on them - gotta let everyone know we're Canadian so they don't mix us up with Americans!
Go here for some pictures from our day at Wasaga Beach on Saturday.