We walked the few blocks to our hotel and hauled our luggage up to the 6th floor. This was the only time wished I would have packed fewer clothes.
The view from our hotel room was great, though. Even through the rain, the world looked a bit magical.
The Gothic architecture in Edinburgh is stunning, and the rain darkened the stone beautifully. It’s like that in life sometimes too, I think.
I love double-decker buses. We only had a half day in Edinburgh this time around, but we knew we’d be back for more, so other than venturing out for lunch, we stayed snuggled in at the hotel while the grey world outside dripped.
When in Edinburgh, eat pies. Flaky, warm, delicious and ridiculously cheap. Yelp did not let us down.
Neither did the scenery around town. Google tells me this is a monument to something…right there in the middle of town.
We had some problems getting our data connected right away so we had to use old school maps on our way out of town the next morning. Complete with highlighted routes, no less.
I still managed to get us a bit lost and we wandered through neighborhoods on our way to the right road.
The clouds were playing peek-a-boo with the sun again on the drive to Stirling Castle.
Stirling, all hail to thee!
Robert the Bruce stands proudly at the entrance and overlooks the William Wallace monument below.
The castle is all cobblestones and limestone rock and history.
Gardens and battlegrounds and rolling hills. So pretty.
There she is, in all her glory. And it’s off to the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomand we go.