When In Rome....
When in Rome, do as the Romans do, right? Well, I am trying to live the Scottish life, but it is very hard when there are so many foreign backpackers here. Still, I really am lucky. All day, I am surrounded by Scottish heritage, selling tartans, listening to Scottish music and learning about my ancestors. Despite the low pay, I am thoroughly enjoying this experience.
I feel as though I belong here. I really dont know how to explain it. Already, I have various groups of friends, even if I have only been here since Friday. I get up, have breakfast with my hostel friends (who are from Sweden, New Zealand, Poland and South Africa), then I head on down to the Southern Cross Cafe where I sit and have coffee with the people that work there, then I head to work, where I spend the day talking with tourists. I then finish work, head on down to one of the many local pubs where I know the bar staff (the people I went out with on Saturday night). I spend time there and then I wander on home (three doors down) to the hostel, where I eat gourmet packet rice, and watch a movie with my hostel friends. I feel like for every hour that i am awake, the more friends I make. Its fantastic.
I even have myself a DATE! Yes. I met an Australian guy on Saturday night who has been texting me each day. He's alright, I guess. But when in rome, you kinda want to do as the Romans do - ie. Not date people from your own country. Oh well.
Anyway, Im off to bed. Standing on my feet for ten hours a day is killing me right now. But, look at me! I am in Edinburgh, having the time of my life. I wouldnt change this situation for the world.
Love you all,
K
xoxoxox
I feel as though I belong here. I really dont know how to explain it. Already, I have various groups of friends, even if I have only been here since Friday. I get up, have breakfast with my hostel friends (who are from Sweden, New Zealand, Poland and South Africa), then I head on down to the Southern Cross Cafe where I sit and have coffee with the people that work there, then I head to work, where I spend the day talking with tourists. I then finish work, head on down to one of the many local pubs where I know the bar staff (the people I went out with on Saturday night). I spend time there and then I wander on home (three doors down) to the hostel, where I eat gourmet packet rice, and watch a movie with my hostel friends. I feel like for every hour that i am awake, the more friends I make. Its fantastic.
I even have myself a DATE! Yes. I met an Australian guy on Saturday night who has been texting me each day. He's alright, I guess. But when in rome, you kinda want to do as the Romans do - ie. Not date people from your own country. Oh well.
Anyway, Im off to bed. Standing on my feet for ten hours a day is killing me right now. But, look at me! I am in Edinburgh, having the time of my life. I wouldnt change this situation for the world.
Love you all,
K
xoxoxox
posted by KateOnTheGo at
2:00 PM
2 Comments:
So, how's the new sweetie? Well hung, hot and hunky; or diminutive, dorky and dithering?
All the Scots I've screwed had big fat wieners, but they (the wieners, that is) were on the pasty white side, being northen people and not exposed to the sun and air very often (may have to do with dour Scottish Presbyterian culture as well). However, they more than made up for this somewhat unattractive genital styling by being lusty beyond comprehension.
It was realy gnarly noisy animal rutting and hee-hawing rather than just oh-oh-yeah spurt-spurt sex.
So, how is it, lassie?! Tell us!
Hahaha! THe pic is great Kate! Glad you're having so much fun and meeting tons of people :)
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