Let's journey back to one week ago today...
After half-a-day of airplanes and airports, I was looking (and feeling) pretty rough. My silly romanticized notion of travel was crumbling around my exhausted body. Somehow, I found my way to the train station in Glasgow and stumbled into a coach headed for Leuchars via Edinburgh Haymarket. The tiny aisle was no match for my massive suitcase holding four months worth of my worldly possessions. Struggling to the luggage rack, a beacon of Scottish hope appeared. A tall, fair, and handsome Glaswegian (thick accent included) leap up from his seat, stretched out his capable hands, and asked, "Och, canna gi' ya a wee hand w' that?" I said that he could, wishing I wasn't covered in a day's worth of travel grime. The train ride from the West Coast to the East Coast, by the by, boasts some gorgeous landscapes. My first response to Scotland? What a friendly, helpful, and beautiful place to be!
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