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“What if we take pictures, go to a pub, then look at the pictures for the experience,” I suggested.
There was no chance of pleasant weather. Unlike the weekend before when the sun shone–as predicted–as we exited Westgate, we knew wouldn’t see the sun this day.
There were five of us, students travelling on university issued travel passes. We were cramming in every sight we could. We had traveled for three days, sleeping on trains to maximize the 24 hours of each day’s pass. We all agreed.
We split up, took pictures, and regrouped at The Yellow House.
100 words. Fiction-ish. During a study abroad in England, a group of us traveled to Edinburgh, Scotland. We got in late, got lost on the way to the hostel, ended up in a room we didn’t reserve, couldn’t figure out the map on the bus, and arrived at the castle just as it started raining. We decided instead of waiting it out we’d run through taking pictures and then go to a pub for lunch and look at where we had just been. Eventually the rain stopped, so we walked the Royal Mile and then hiked to the top of Arthur’s Seat, so it all worked out. This wasn’t our 24-hours on the train weekend, but we did one of those too.
I am late. Oh so very late. Work was so intense I didn’t so much as look at my computer when I got home. And last weekend, forget it. I did look at the computer, and I even opened it once or twice, but I opted to rest my brain, and hands and eyes, and wandered mindlessly through the woods instead. It was wonderful.
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