September 18, 2011 will be the one-year mark of my stint in Edinburgh (and incidentally my mother's birthday). So far, the city and I get on pretty well. I'm elated to say I'll be sticking around for at least another year. Pending the acquisition of a job-like occupation. Psh, details, details.
A year's worth of Edinburgh is near impossible to put in one post, but a few lessons in particular stick out. So, if you ever find yourself moving to Edinburgh, here are a few things to consider:
1] While living in the center of town in an historical building may seem romantic, in reality it's a logistical nightmare. Beware large group tours (especially of Spaniards, Italians, and Americans).
2] A 'wee drink' could be anything from a pint at the pub to a night of binge drinking, sidestepping a 'tipsy' Glaswegian on his way to what he thinks is the toilet, and fighting a blonde from Livingston in six-inch heels for a taxi (and losing; six-inch heels can be a mighty weapon).
3] Try McEwans. You're welcome.
4] The reason Scots look at you in disgust when you express desire for a 'peanut-butter and jelly sandwich' is because in the UK, jelly is jello. As in jello jigglers. Disgust understandable.
5] But really, just let the blonde from Livingston take the taxi. I don't care who you are, you can't beat an angry Scottish woman.
Cheers!
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