Before heading home to the good ‘Ole U.S. of A we had a couple of days to head up to Scotland. My grandfather was born and raised near Glasgow, having worked in the shipyards before they closed. Being American, we’re all kind of used to being from “somewhere else” and it’s a rare and special treat to actually be able to see where part of my family came from. The Scots were great and warm and the land was beautiful. Definitely take the train from Glasgow to Oban if you get a chance, it literally cuts through the forest, past Loch Lomond and arrives at a misty paradise. After a couple of days to reflect on the crazy two-month tour (see the rest of our posts), we boarded the trans-Atlantic flight for home. Little did we know that we still had miles to go before we’d sleep.
Ps. I found haggis to quite delectable.
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