Edinburgh

I arrived yesterday after an hour flight from Amsterdam. On the flight I managed to pass out, and the junior philosophy major from Dartmouth who was sitting next to me had managed (in his sleep; he was long gone before we took off) to somehow get completely intertwined with myself, so to any passerby it would look almost as if we were snuggling. The one exception was that our sleep body language dictated that we were not acquainted as our heads were turned away from each other. He woke up right when I did, and we just acted as if it hadn't happened. Personally, I think that he woke up a few minutes before that, because he did not sound sleepy and his eyes were clear. He probably just did not wanted for me to wake up as he was moving and get embarrassed. Or he liked it. The first option is less creepy.

A very, VERY Scottish man drove me from the airport with six other students to our respective residences. His name was Bob. Bob fell of the curb when walking towards me and told me that he walked much better drunk, and that he was all messed up when sober. Later, in the car, he did a Scottish brogue for us. I really hope that I never am required to understand whatever language then proceeded from his lips.

To sum it all up:

My first night was spent tossing on the bed (which I am using my backpack as a pillow for), and waking up to the sound of drunk people and music coming from the street. Everything in my room is broken: the wardrobe in two places, and the set of drawers. They did not supply us with ANYTHING, most importantly toilet paper, so one of my flat mates, a girl named Aliyah from Seattle who attends Northwestern and is study abroad for a semester, had arrived the night before with her group from school, stole a huge roll from a pub down the street. Mani and I bought some today at Pound-Stretchers. And handsoap. And pillows. And a duvet cover and duvet for myself that won't clash too horribly with my sheets that are coming via UPS.

The flat:

You walk in the front door, and there is a little entrance hallway with the intercom, which we can't figure out, coat pegs, and a small closet with a lot of scary electrical type things. The carpet is hideous, thin and green. Mani and Zoe's bedrooms come next, and down the next hallway are my and Aliyahs's rooms, the bathroom, and a doorway to our kitchen and living area. My bedroom is bigger than the living area, which doesn't say much.

to be continued cuz i left came back, left, came back, and am going out tonight, so no time for writing!

Love you all!