In Gilli's Honor

So, NOT following in the footsteps of my dearest Gilli, I will try my absolute best to keep some kind of record of my adventures and share them with whomever wishes to follow. I also will try my best to post more than twice... I said try.

First and foremost. $10 for anyone who can name the musical after which my blog is titled.

My first impression of Edinburgh was made by my taxi driver from the airport to my residence. He was undoubtedly intoxicated or just very hung over, but it made for a brilliant warped view of the landscape and architecture as he swerved off the road sporadically. He also wouldn't stop talking about John Wayne and the "Independence" of America. He kept saying "Nee-Bahda," which I later realized meant "Don't bother." Note to self. I obviously followed his example and went out every night this week, discovering my new favorite drink called a "Hot Toddy." It consists of whiskey, hot water, lemon, honey, and cloves. Definitely sooths the soul.
I am determined to travel as much as possible, and thus, to Glasgow this weekend it was!!! It rained... a lot. And we wandered aimlessly trying to find a warm and dry restaurant, ending up in a place called the Goose. (Think a high school cafeteria but with a minimum age of 87 and burgers ON SALE.)
We searched through Eleanor's handy dandy guide book of the best eats, shopping, whiskey, and cashmere stores in Scotland and ended up at a truly unforgettable restaurant. We entered and were immediately greeted with the folk sounds of Scotland. An old man was singing about his love for Scotland and how Scots can travel all over the world but will always return home, their love never having wavered.
Haven't tried Haggis yet.
More to come.

-Amanda