We Have a Royal One Here!

The Scotland Castle. It's been rebuilt WAY too many times.

We bombed an innocent bystander to take our pic. Logan was a dream tourist! And more often than not, he was more of the tourist attraction for everyone else. People in Europe just don't see many babies, I guess.

I've never been prouder to be a Stewart than when we were here in Scotland. Everyone kept asking us if we had Scottish ancestry and when I told one man that I was a Stewart he put his arm around me and yelled to all in a 40 foot radius with the heaviest Scottish accent, "We have a royal one here!" I've never heard someone roll their r's as much as he did. And then when I told him Logan Scott Chapman's name, he proclaimed, "My what a grand first two names you got yourself, my wee friend." And then he looks at me with disdain on his face, "You married an Englishman, did you?" Poor B. :) All he could muster, later of course out of earshot of any Scottish man, "Yea. We just conquered you!"
Defensive much?
He's just jealous. ;)

Us on the hill behind our hotel overlooking the city.

Who can't resist getting a pic with a bagpiper??

We got an email from B's sister and bro-in-law telling us that they were going to London for a week and so we decided that we would like to go and meet them for a few days. Since they wouldn't arrive until a Monday, we though we would go somewhere for the weekend before meeting up with them. We decided on Ediburgh, Scotland. It was fantastic! Not only did they speak our language (somewhat :) this is where much of my heritage is from, so I felt a special connection with them. It brought back memories of my Grandmother and all the stories of our Scottish ancestors and how she would tell us how proud, noble, and royal we are. It meant nothing to me back then. Okay, so it doesn't account for much now either, but I've changed a little bit since being there. I have bonded, if you will, with the people there and can seriously say that they are my favorite people on Earth. We were always greeted with smiles and people went out of their way to help us. Knowing how AWESOME these people are, I, too have an inkling to strive to live up to my ancestry.

Oh, and did I mention the food? We loved it! The Scottish porridge, the meat pies, and the flapjacks (oat bars) were the bomb. And these were all that I thought I wouldn't like.

So the quote of the day was when the tour guide at the castle was speaking of a Stewart that gained throne in (blah blah blah) and was great (blah blah blah) and he was so great, he said, that they gave him the highest honor in Scotland. They named a pub after him! Ha!
Okay, so you have to go there to see how they worship their pubs.