Sunday, October 2, 2011

Scotland

Two weeks ago, my husband and I traveled to Scotland for the first time.

We flew into Aberdeen, the Granite City;

















saw a ruin;

















met up with friends to hike our first Munro, the second highest peak in all of Great Britain;













stayed in the Cairngorm National Park to hike another Munro;













visited Inverness, a Victorian City known as the 'capital of the highlands;'













drove the Great Glen, a series of Lochs, Glens and Canals that practically splits Scotland in two;













went to Chris' ancestral home,

















and saw some absolutely incredible beaches along the eastern and northern coasts of the Highlands.


We ate the most amazing food and met some real characters. We now have stories we'll tell for the rest of our lives. And of course, this synopsis doesn't begin to do justice to the trip.


I’m very interested in understanding… or at least taking advantage of, whatever that thing is about travel that makes you come back a different person. And while the shine can wear off once you’re back in the routine of working hard and playing hard and feeling the pressure of all that, you’re truly never the same. I have a theory that if I traveled enough – or took those opportunities to read, journal, expose myself to the world and reflect upon it enough – I would become the person, architect, wife, friend, designer, I’d like to be.

This trip felt not only like a fantastically fun and relaxing endeavor, but like a step in the right direction.

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