Edinbuddah!

Apparently it's not "Edinburrow" or "Edinburg" or even "Edinbro" - it's "Edinbuddah!" It's also where the boy and I happened to spend our first full weekend in Scotland.

Things got off to a bumpy start. We'd booked our train tickets online a few days prior. On Saturday morning we strolled to the train station closest to us to pick them up - about ten minutes before we were due to depart Glasgow. Plenty of time, yes?

No. Because the man who processed our tickets kindly informed us that our train was supposed to leave from a different station, one about half a mile away. D'oh!

So we made a break for it, backpacks and baseball hats and all. Two idiots sprinting down high street at 9 in the morning. I was very aware and deeply ashamed of how stupid (and how distinctively American) we must have looked. But we made our train in time. So I regret nothing.

An hour later we pulled into Waverley station and made our way to the meet up spot of the Sandeman's walking tour. Our colleagues had recommended this tour group to us and we had found the idea very intriguing: unlike almost all the other tour offerings, this two and a half-hour walking tour had no upfront cost whatsoever. Instead, the self-employed guides were only paid in optional tips at the end of the tour based on whatever value the tourists felt they had received. Thus the guides had a large economic incentive to perform well.

I think Adam Smith would have approved of the Sandeman economic model.

Our tour guide's name was James and perform he did. He was a seasoned Edinburgher (Edinburghian? Edinbourgeois?), a captivating storyteller,  and an all-around nice guy. Over the course of the tour we heard a lot about Edinburgh's history (in a nutshell: lots of squabbling with the Brits) and quirks (in a nutshell: everyone loves Robert Burns and haggis).

John Knox, founder of the Presbytarian denomination in Edinburgh, is buried under spot 23 in a cathedral parking spot

Many narrow alleyways off the Royal Mile led to buildings or squares that otherwise were impossible to spot.

The market center, where dishonest merchants had their ears nailed to wooden doors back in the good ole days.

We also passed by the castle but decided to skip the pricey entrance fee and lengthy tour. Another weekend, perhaps.

Is it possible to look more touristy?

The highlight of the tour for me was when James pointed out the cafe where J.K. Rowling spent many a day writing about the adventures of a special boy named Harry...

Holy grounds

Of course, I had to stop in for a pot of tea and see what it was like. Didn't walk away particularly inspired to write, though.

Our tour also led us to Greyfriar's Kirkyard just a few minutes away. Bonus points if you can spot the Harry Potter-esque last name that has been immortalized by a professor at Hogwarts!

The tour wrapped up right as Mother Nature decided it was time to rain, as she is so wont to do in Scotland. We said goodbye to our group, gave James a big ole tip, and ducked into a pub for haggis and a pint. This was my first time eating haggis. It tasted like the Scottish version of a hotdog and was much yummier than its name and reputation suggest.

Bellies full, legs rested and minds relaxed, we wandered into the gorgeous (and free!) National Museum of Scotland.

Dolly the sheep! Science is so cool.

Very reminiscent of the Natural History Museum in DC

Lewis chessmen from the Medieval ages

@dododialogue

Photo op on the roof of the museum

Dinner was a casual affair of chicken wings at a restaurant appropriately named 'Wings.' It was one of those tiny, discreet places located off an already tiny, discreet alleyway from the Royal Mile.

Afterwards we scoped out BrewDog, a hip pub that serves craft beer from the brewery of the same name.

We grabbed our pints and played Guess Who for two hours, haha. I'd forgotten how much fun Guess Who could be...and how slick that motherfucker Herman is. I am telling you, you can never go wrong with Herman. With his nondescript features and forgettable name, he will lead you on a blazing trail to eternal riches and glory.

That night we stayed at a quirky airbnb close to the city center. Our bedroom had high ceilings and a loft-style bed. I don't know what I loved more: the ridiculously comfortable bed or getting to make friends with Billie, the fluffiest cat ever.

I'm so fucking fluffy

We awoke with rumbling tummies the next morning. We scoped out a nearby greasy spoon and treated ourselves to full Scottish breakfasts.

Black pudding, bacon, baked beans, sausage, and a hearty roll.

Feeling considerably jollier and a twinge more oily, we went for a hike up Arthur's Seat, which promised fantastic views of the city. The hike up was quite pleasant, other than a little bit of mud. But once we got to the top, the winds were incredible. I almost lost my footing a few times and climbing up to the peak was very tricky.

We spent the last of our hours in Edinburgh drinking tea and exploring beautiful St. Giles' Cathedral.

Edinburgh was an enchanting place to visit. I'd highly recommend it to history buffs and anyone who appreciates gorgeous architecture. Pip pip cheerio!