Scotland I: A Journey Begins

Ok, so usually I hate blogs. Most people use them as political rants or to reveal their pseudo-intellectual opinions about...anything.


Well this blog is not nearly as obnoxious as those. This is a travel log of my trip to Scotland. I'll leave out the boring stuff, since we should really only care about the hilarious anecdotes.

The adventure began when my father came home from work Wednesday night at 8pm. He decided that there was no rush to leave for Portland (we were staying the night, flying the next day) because none of us would be sleeping because of the anticipation. An hour after he gets home, he goes to the computer to print our boarding passes. As it turns out, our internet stopped working. For two hours. We even called Comcast to get them to make it work remotely. Nothing.

So, we leave the house at 10:15 PM, no boarding passes in hand, and travel the boring 1.5 hours up to the Portland Airport to stay at the Holiday Inn Express. When we went to be checked in, we were forced to endure some brain-dead college student to try to check us in. It, um...was...tedious. We had to repeat the simplest statements several times to make sure she understood it. Turns out, she gave away our room, so we got something sub-par - although H.I.E. is still a nice hotel.

When we got in the room, Dad went to their computers to print off our boarding passes. One hour later, he returns...but has forgotten our passports. Realizing his catastrophic error, he runs out of the room and recovers them, fortunately before the airhead secretary had wandered in, saw the pretty colors on the passports, and taken them.

Mom and I then realize that we forgot some of our medicine and get read the third degree by our Pharmacist father. Once the tirade (mostly directed at himself), Dad then realized that he had almost lost our passports, and Mom and I were off the hook!

Would have gotten to sleep early, but...well...I don't sleep. Ever, so I pretty much TRIED to sleep, listening to the rattling air conditioner, praying for death.

So begins the first day!