It’s funny being Scottish…
…especially when you can’t understand a thing the real Scots are saying. I completely understand the appeal of this place, though - the Highlands are gorgeous, with low, threatening, dark clouds hugging the tops of the high hills and beautiful natural waterfalls running down the unrealistically green hillsides. There is a sense of mysticism here that has not been ruined by tourism. I feel it when I look out over the Lochs to the far coasts, barely visible through the foggy air, when I breathe in the cold dampness of the coastal air. Even when it’s sunny, it’s mysterious (see Andrew’s photo of what looks like a transplanted Easter Island statue in the middle of a field of sheep). I could definitely spend more time here, but for now, I am happy to be here with Andrew and his family, understanding (for perhaps the first time in my life) a real part of my heritage.
-Emma
