So I got back from Scotland on Thursday; we spent three days in Edinburgh, and one of those days we took a trip around Scotland and hit Inverness, Loch Ness, Glen Coe, and Stirling (of Braveheart fame). We drove about eight hours or so (stopped a few times for breaks and at RAF Menwith Hill to get gas) and got there just in time for dinner at the hotel, and the next day we sort of bummed around Edinburgh on foot; we went to the Edinburgh Castle, the Camera Obscura (it's basically an illusion museum that's topped by what can only be described as a periscope projector on the roof), and also quickly hit the Scotch Whisky Experience and the Walter Scott Monument. On the second day, we toured Scotland by bus. It was mainly driving around the Scottish Highlands while getting an in-depth history of the place. We hit a snag when we got to Loch Ness; we had bought tickets to go on a Jacobite cruise on the Loch to see Urquhart Castle from the water, but a pair of Japanese tourists were late getting back to the bus on the previous stop and therefore caused us to miss the cruise. The driver gave us all a full refund, but they got a tongue lashing from one of the Scottish ladies on the cruise and that even made me cringe. Mini-rant: I don't care about the fact there always seems to be a pack of roaming Japanese tourists in every major city and tour, but these people on this tour didn't understand English; the tour operator specifically said the tour guide does not speak any other languages and they didn't have guides or audio tours in another language. So what did they do? They spent the entire tour with their noses glued to their phones and slept. Now, it's not my business to tell them how to spend their time and money on their trip, but even if I don't understand the language, when I go on a tour, I pay attention to my surroundings, I attempt to communicate the best I can, and I follow the rules. And I guaran-damn-tee you, if I became a nuisance to the others on the trip, I'd feel pretty damn terrible; they didn't even seem fazed. What the Hell? Anyways, after that, before we left Thursday morning, we hiked up Calton Hill and saw the Edinburgh Observatory and Dugald Stewart Monument (among others) and saw one of the cemeteries they got there in the city. Then we pretty much packed up and headed home; about another eight hours with breaks, and when we hit RAF Menwith Hill again to gas up, we also swung by their bowling ally for Sloppy Joes and chicken tenders lol. Got back around 9:30 PM. Then I was able to wake up early to go to a Dad's class on Friday, yesterday a marriage seminar at the base chapel, and today I get to drive to Cambridge for another 4D ultrasound. Then tomorrow, back to work! I need a longer vacation lol.