# Travel to Scotland

Seatac

My trip started yesterday morning when John dropped me at Seatac.  The security line was very, very long.  Maybe the longest I’ve ever seen it.  They even had an airport employee holding up a sign on a tall pole telling people where the end of the line was.  (they needed it.  everyone seemed very confused as soon as the line went beyond the regular sectioned-off lanes.)  A lady next to me wearing a hijab and carrying a very nice Coach bag declared loudly, “this is a LONG-ASS LINE!”  I agreed.  Of course, long-ass lines are not helped by people who decide to take ridiculous things in their carry-on bags.  Like CORDLESS DRILLS!

MWD (man with drill):  But they said back there I could take it!

TSA:  Did they actually see what you had?

MWD:  No, but they said tools were okay.  I’m going to miss my flight, come on!

MWD:  MY FAMILY ALREADY WENT THROUGH!

etc.

Flight #1

The flight to Schiphol was long and uneventful. I spent the entire time working on my paper and reading journal articles.  OH WAIT.  No, I actually read a novel that I found somewhere on a bestseller list and then listened to two episodes of Radiolab.  Ha!  Also, I sat beside a nuclear engineer.  He gave me this math problem, which 10th graders can solve easily, while folks with advanced engineering degrees often struggle to find the answer.  Can YOU solve it?

Question: What is the area of a hexagon where the length of all sides are equal to 1?  (You’re allowed a pencil, a piece of paper, and a nuclear engineer looking over your shoulder.  OMG, basic geometry).

Schiphol

Scary Ronald McDonald statue thingee.  You know the one – life-size, sitting on a park bench, all yellow and red and white. The Ronald McDonald Charities do some great things for kids and families.  But, wow, I kind of wish their mascot wasn’t that guy. 🙁

Flight # 2

Slept the ENTIRE flight.  Arrived and my suitcase was busted.  KLM says they’ll reimburse me.

Bus # 1/Bus # 2

In a daze.  It’s Sunday afternoon.  I’ve slept one hour since I woke up Saturday morning.  Noticed the sky was super thick with gray clouds.  Remembered vaguely about the whole driving on the other side of the street thing.

Arrival in St. Andrews

Decided to walk to the B&B – allegedly only a 10-minute walk.  I took an immediate wrong turn, and lugged my busted suitcase and enormous backpack for 15 minutes until I realized I was lost.  I finally just asked a man and his wife who were walking their yellow lab.  I must have looked very pathetic because they bustled me into their minivan and drove me right to the front door of the guesthouse.  Wouldn’t take no for an answer.  When I relayed this to Alison, she commented that it was sort of like that time I got a ride to her parents place with a mormon bishop from Dundee.  But that is a story for another time.

Now, how would you like to see a photo of the living room at the place I’m staying?  It’s adorable.  And wow.  The decor is just… wow.  All of those patterns – I’m overwhelmed and charmed, all at the same time.

That’s it for now… if you want to see more pics, I’m putting them up here:  Mich’s Flickr Page .