Up: Watching the World Cup in Europe. Even in the outskirts
of small towns in Scotland, the bars are pretty loud and entertaining during
games. It’s fun to be in the midst of a lot of people who care; even if their
team isn’t playing, they REALLY want some of the other teams to lose, which is
always pretty funny. I can’t even imagine how crazy it’ll be in Paris and
Lisbon (but will likely go into hiding if the U.S. beats Portugal while we’re
there...). Random thoughts on various World Cup happenings so far: During the
Brazil game I was 99% sure the guy who scored an own goal was going to start
crying, Brail has a delightful array of players with one very masculine name (Fred,
Hulk, etc.), English fans hate their team way more than anyone else hates the
English, English newspapers and radios are hilariously self-deprecating about
their lack of a chance to win, and the Netherlands are the most entertaining
team in the world.
Down: Now, it’s time to address the biggest downside to
Scotland. I wouldn’t bring it up in a blog post but it’s just so prevalent that
we can’t honestly talk about the country without addressing it. “The grass is
very well fertilized” would be a polite way of saying it. Zeke might have said
it better when he said “this country is just riddled with poop” and “it’s like
these sheep eat nothing but Taco Bell”. Sometimes we don’t get to enjoy the
views that much because we have to look down the entire time to avoid stepping
in anything. I tried to get a tasteful but indicative picture to show that I’m
not exaggerating; imagine ten miles of walking and avoiding this:
Up: There are castles in Scotland. A lot of castles. They’re
all owned by families whose names are Mac-something. As far as I can tell, the
Macdonalds were the meanest but wussiest family around; they apparently cleared
out villages of people so they could have more land to raise sheep, which were
more profitable than having subjects. They also attacked a castle manned with 3
people with 50 of their ships and got turned back. Each of the castled families
come with some pretty awesome family crests and really long, detailed family
trees.
Down: Bugs. I’m coated in bug bites. The first night I went
running and when I came back, Tirrill asked me what was wrong with my face. I
had run into so many bugs that my forehead was mostly black. On the way, I
sprinted past some cute American girls and thought they would be really
impressed by how strong and fast I was. In retrospect, I was spotted red with
exertion and black with bugs, covered in bugs, and smelled like I hadn’t showered
in days (which might coincidentally have been true). For some reason they didn’t
follow me into the hostel bar…
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