Gone to Edinburgh

We have left to Edinburgh. It is a round trip of sorts, even as neither of us have ever been there.

Our families are from there; but, they hardly mentioned it to us.

In a sense, we are discovering Scotland as most Americans would be likely to do... as a vague department of the ambiguously and synonymously named UK.

But, that would be insulting to the Edinburgherishianese- who, unfortuantely, do not have the best weather or recent liberation histories; but, who apparently do have the distinction of the sexiest accent in the British Isles.

At any rate, Edinburgh and the people of Scotland can take pride that they have produced some very bright lights in the history of western thought.

So we go there as American shadows of Scotland past. Who knows what we will turn up.

It takes a cartographer and a philosopher to bring us to this point. We were not nearly the broad minded aesthetes nor such capable ambassadors before our honey service year began. Yet, we go their cap in hand, ready to give thanks for our ancestors hard won successes, their confidence, their willingness to travel intellectually and physically and be in new places. It is our final effort at discovering the places we have always known yet never been.

When we get home, I have promised my bride a dinner at the Windsor Court. She, in turn, has offered me a steamy blue weekend in her adopted hometown of Clarksdale, Mississippi.

We still have no technological device from which to edit and post our blogs.

Please stay posted. Our journey together just began.