Our train was scheduled to depart at 7:30, but we had to take the tube to that station where our train to Edinburgh would leave. We were scheduled to leave the house in South Ken at 6:30. So I woke up at 5 to FaceTime my parents, shower, etc. Chelsea woke up a little bit later, around 5:30. But when I was blow drying my hair in the bathroom at around 5:45, I didn’t hear any commotion from the room next door, and 4 of them in that room were in our group for Edinburgh. So I thought they’d maybe wake up at 6. I was still in the bathroom at 6, trying to tame the mane on my head when I realized that they were not up. I opened their door with Chelsea and sure enough, the lights were off, and every single one of them was sleeping. So we woke them up and they scurried around trying to be ready in time to leave. The clock was approaching 6:45 and the timely girl in me started to freak out a little. I told everyone that we were going to be late, potentially missing our train and that I was going to start walking to the tube station. They said to go ahead and so Chelsea and I did. We had suitcases, and most everyone else had backpacks. So we started walking and I think everyone realized how late we actually were, so they ran out of the house and caught up to us. We got on the tube and then realized that it was going to be a close call. We may not make it. So when the tube finally got to the station, we grabbed our bags and we ran. And I mean RAN. Amazing-race running. Going-to-miss-your-plane-movie running. There’s-a-huge-monster-in-a-movie-chasing-you running. I grabbed my suitcase and bolted along with everyone else. We made it to the train on time. Thank goodness. But I’m sorry, I like to be timely and it was way too much of an adrenaline rush that early in the morning.
But, I’m currently writing from the train in the middle of the Scottish countryside, surrounded by sheep and huge fields of green and trees. What is my life. It is so beautiful here. Absolutely breathtaking. I’m constantly taken aback and realize what an amazing opportunity this is. I’m an 18 year old traveling Europe with a huge group of friends. This is so wonderful on so many levels.
On the train, we’ve met some interesting people. Currently, I’m sitting in between a family on my left and two chatty English/Scottish women on my right. The family on my left is actually from Texas. I immediately noticed the American English accent and asked where they were from. They’re both professors and anthropologists who are teaching at Durham University and are visiting from Rice University in Texas. They’ve asked me what I’m studying and I told them I’m pre-dental. Immediately, the mom of the family starts talking to me about her daughter’s teeth. Okay… I’m actually only 18 years old, not a dentist by any means, and have a very long way to go. I do not know the ramifications or what treatment your daughter needs. (Although she is missing both her laterals which is really interesting because I’ve only ever seen cases where a patient is missing one specific tooth and the laterals are extremely important teeth… moving on- sorry. Nerd moment.)
Anyways! Very nice people, very smart people and it’s nice to talk to some Americans again. And so on my right, the two chatty women have been going at it for over 3 hours now. Wow my ears hurt. They’ve been sharing a bottle of wine for the ride but it’s only 11 in the morning so I’m extremely confused. Also, the woman next to me is putting on her makeup now. It’s a glitter fest over here! It’s interesting to listen to their accents and they’ve told me they’re from Newcastle. There are so many parts of the UK that are incredibly beautiful and I know there’s no way I’ll be able to see them all.
The mustard fields are so so so yellow and so beautiful. The green fields and trees are absolutely breathtaking and the clouds are big and puffy against the blue sky. It truly reminds me of the windows xp set background from literally 10 years ago. It’s so beautiful it doesn’t even look real. Looking forward to this weekend and hopefully doing a better job keeping up with blogging.
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