Today Ruth and I spent 12 hours getting from Portstewart, Ireland to Glasgow, Scotland. It involved 4 buses, 1 train, 1 ferry boat, 1 taxi, and us wandering around like fools for quite a while. We were given directions from a very nice old Scotsman, but I maybe would have understood him more if he was speaking French. I did understand the words "wee bit" and "student" in the course of the conversation, but basically we smiled and nodded and continued on our very lost path. And once we actually got to the hostel his directions made a wee bit more sense- maybe we'll catch on eventually.
And Scotland is gorgeous- at least the Western coast that we've seen, so our travels were fairly enjoyable. Thus ends the story from today.
