I’ve safely – and barely – arrived in Edinburgh. My stopover in Newark turned into a 5 1/2 hour magazine fest thanks to the potentially disastrous weather formation known as “light rain,” and my eventual flight was 75% full of a youth group from Minnesota, including two girls beside that liked to talk really loudly in oh-so-charming Minnesota accents. Worse was that my seat was the very last row, on the aisle, which have me a front row seat for bathroom lineups of chatty Minnesota folk, and the lovely smell they eventually left for me.
So as I feared, I haven’t slept in 48 hours and the time change has hit me hard. But Edinburgh is even more gorgeous and hospitable than I’d been informed, so it’s very, very hard to complain. AND I gots me a room with an incredible view of Edinburgh castle: