Of all the places I have been (not many were then, okay, but saying so does the scene), the only one not say that "I'd like" but "want" to go back and Scotland.
The reason I do not know if you do not ever explain the feeling of "I'm good" when he gave me a certain number of years ago, I filmed a good part in the car during a holiday party.
The reasons for dissatisfaction and mutterings of others - the b & b's rooms are too small, the rooster on the farm that housed singing too soon, the sea is too rough during the ferries to the Orkneys, the English hard and mutilated people, and so on - for me it did not exist, annihilated by the ups and downs of the landscape, from impromptu stops for "Poccia" feet in the clear sea ice in August, from the expanse of heather and sheep, from the (or the whiskey) that inevitably awaited us when we arrived in some small b & b , three rooms at most, run by families or couples a bit 'away with age.
Our journey then began in Edinburgh with the sole direction of "north", had been prepared for months. Guides, sites, tips, programs and road maps in hand, we climbed into our van with the steering wheel to the right spot at random and without too many whims. As long as you get to that night b & b, and as long as there was a pub in which to dine and drown in beer fatigue of the day, everything else could change.
is how I touch the surface of the cows with long hair, I visited castles and maintained as if time had not passed, that the Orkney I saw a piece of home before (the chapel of the Italians, built by prisoners of war and retained by the Scots) and then Skara Brea, a prehistoric village so steeped in the spirit of Scottish no qualms to say "at the time of the pyramids, I was already history."
Too much is there to say about Scotland in a logical way to condense into one post, so forgive me and let me to wander.
shake that ass Do not give up the Isle of Skye, Dunvegan Castle with - home of the MacLeod - close to the sea and its wooded park and charm. Take at least a section of road in the north, from John O 'Groats to Durness at sunrise or sunset when the hills on one side and the sea on the other will make you believe you are in a giant kaleidoscope.
content with a sandwich and a yogurt made at the Tesco in the south, and Feast your mouth in a pub having dinner with beef burger, salad and chips drowned in vinegar to swallow whole with pints of beer, so that if I order a half pretend not to hear. Take and each time a different one, the choice is wide and try as much as possible is a moral obligation. And remember that, at best, orders for dinner close at 19.30 (pasta & pizza, and you avoid whatever).
Exclude Let go and hotels to choose from the site of the tourism b & b in which to sleep, if you go to a different continuation for the night, if you can find the smallest. The Scots we met in this way are hospitable, kind, ready to chat and to advise - in one case, for us, even inviting us to follow them - small town festivals and fairs in which local help the launch of the trunk, hear a concert by the band with bagpipes, politely refuse the local dish of haggis (do not want to know, believe me) and enjoy casual men in their kilts, and fierce pride in showing the family tartan.
Wherever possible non-negative at all, or a visit to the cliffs overlooking the sea with the seals splashing tens and tens of meters below, or a stroll along Princes Street in Edinburgh, on 4 floors with libraries and shopping malls a few meters from the shops and stalls that flank the narrow streets that wind their way through the Royal Mile. Avoid the pub full of strangers (like you) and fashion aficionados and look for one with at least three old in, and spend two hours to see them get up with the stick in one hand to the counter to fill the jug once, twice, thrice.
Lose
Take the small road that tempts you on the right and say hello to the family farm in which the low walls and cows grazing in the garden emerge. Stop at that lump of four houses, a church, a phone booth and twenty sheep to stretch a bit 'legs, maybe even in the stones of the old cemetery in use for decades, but still clean and combed by no one knows whom. Take your time
As I grieve to say, if the time available is not much to give up something, but enjoy the rest. Do not jump from one castle to another as grasshoppers crazy, do not take on the crooked streets in search of the last museum, the last distillery, the last monument. Each castle has
around a park that begs you to walk in his paths, to discover its small gardens enclosed between high walls, to listen to the tranquility that the centuries of care have won. The two parks
Dunrobin Castle - home of the Clan Sutherland - and Dunvegan Castle, which I did not visit because other programs were weak and my ability to force myself, I was impressed by how caught glimpses of your car and nothing but a (pathetic) "if only ..."
In planning your route Keep a few spare hours a day to fill in when stopping at the roadside to let a herd, seeking info on local curiosities to the operator of the mini-market, sheltering under a roof after a run from the usual , ever present, four water droplets or walking to head up between the buildings of one of those in boarding schools as HarryPotter even managed to make us think.
Ok, I admit it: I'm straparlando. But I think the point of the relationship between me and Scotland is clear: if I could I marry her.
So if one day disappear, 2:00 to 3:00 of the first places to look is there.
