Friday was out first nice day in a while. The sun came out, and no rain. The food at the dining hall has started to get to everyone (especially the 3 weekers, though they haven’t had to put up with it as long). So we have created “real food” Fridays. We skip our provided lunch and go out and eat something local. Today we had Haggis Pizza. Oh yes. It was fantastic, like a spicy sausage pizza.
After dinner, we had a cultural event called the Wonderful World of beer, and a brew master came and spoke to us about… beer, and how it is responsible for civilization. A very humorous man. Afterwards we went with him to the Malting, a great pub, and shot bad pool until late.
I miss home. Not the place of home so much, but Mariah mostly. It is one of the odd things about being apart. The longer I’m away from her, the more present she is in my mind. I find myself talking about her, or about home, to others, referring back to something we have done, or something she doesn’t like, which only serves to mark the distance.
The city has expanded exponentially since the festival began. The streets are clogged with people. I’m glad that I was here before it started, or I’m not sure I would have liked the city so much. The streets are covered with discarded theater flyers, advertising the shows that are going on all day. Performers dress in crazy costumes, trying to attract attention, shouting, loud colors, clashing people.: chaos on the royal mile. I don’t go there anymore if I can help it. I still love the city, however, just less than before the festival when it felt quieter.
I haven’t taken any pictures of the chaos. The rain has kept me from taking out the camera for the last week. However, I write this while on a bus tour of Loch Ness, so I should have something to share with you tomorrow.
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