Blogs - home of the narcissist

It's kind of funny writing a blog, it's like your putting yourself out into the world, on display. I guess vulnerability is a way to put it. The weirder part is the narcissism in expecting others to go out of their way to read what I have to say. It's not like a conversation, nor an e-mail. E-mails get sent to people. You have to go out and search for a blog. What do I have to say that is so important that people will go out of their way to read my blog? And yet, even with this idea, here I am, writing, expecting at least someone - other than my family - to read my thoughts (hi mom).
If you are reading this then I guess you deserve more than some rambling about narcissism so I guess I should say something about what we are doing. I'm currently in South Queensferry--a suburb of the city of Edinburgh. Carl and I are staying with my Mother's Cousin, Fiona Stirrat and her family. They have been very welcoming, makings us feel quite at home. South Queensferry is about 20 minutes outside of Edinburgh city center by bus (side note: over here in the U.K. center is spelled centre, weird I know, but thats "the King's English"). We spent most of Saturday afternoon and evening in the city, walking around, avoiding the 12£ entry fee for the Edinburgh Castle (another side note: the £ sign means pounds, British currency, right now its about 2$ for every 1£ so 12£ is closer to 25$). There are plenty of good views from the downtown area and lots of other things to do. Around 7:30 we wandered into a pub to watch the Euro 2008 quarter final match between the Netherlands and Russia. Both Carl and I were rooting for the Dutch and lucky for us so were most of the other patrons, some decked out in bright orange to match their favored team. In the end Russia won the match after going in to overtime, but it was still quite and experience watching a football (soccer) match inside a crowded pub--especially after Ruud Van Nistelrooy equalized in the 86th minute for the Netherlands, there was pandemonium.
We joined the Stirrats at church the next day. The service was very similar to how we do things back on our side of the pond. Angus Stirrat (goes by Gus) played bass guitar for the worship band. He's really good, you can check him out on youtube (yeah they have it over here too). After church we had a little tour of the area, seeing the Falkirk Wheel (a revolutionary way to raise and lower boats on the canal... did you catch the pun?) and the Wallace monument. Today we've had a lazy day, getting things ready for the trip to Jordan tomorrow. So far we've been really well taken care of. That might continue in Jordan, but things will no doubt be different. Oh, Carl says hi as well.
Cheerio for now - Macleod
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