i am in scotland...i have been trekking over mountains and through woodlands and moorlands and growing a new set of clean and innocent lungs and taking in the purity and the overwhelmingness of the views...letting it all wash over me...enjoying the company of the joyous scottish people who seem to have worked out how to live...reaaalllly live...beer and countryside and walking and music and animals and fireplaces and biting humour and a fantastically sexy accent...it makes me proud to be half scottish or a third scottish or whatever i am...
on my way here i had a few hours to wait at Charles de Gaulle airport in paris and i placed myself on a bench and stared at the huge destinations board with glee and excitement...Marrakech...Lisbon...Rome..
i am going to glasgow tomorrow stay with my art student cousin there for a few days and to let the sordid and sooty and underground and overwhelming glaswegian way of life get into my soul...and then edinburgh for a night and then back to paris-lille-uni-exams-french-people-spri
back to oz for holidays on the 11th july...indeed...
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