We made it back to Edinburgh, Doris’ final stop before heading home, with a bit of sadness in our hearts. It was the beginning of the end.
However, we also had reason to be excited. It turned out that Mark’s cousin was in a rendition of Sweeney Todd that was playing at the Fringe Festival!
We scrambled to find parking (which was no easy feat), and just barely made it to the venue in time. It was everything we’d hoped for. It was absurd, funny, sweet, and a lot of fun. Mark’s cousin played Sweeney Todd’s daughter. She had a fantastic voice. We were hoping to tell her that after the show, but we sadly never found her. We saw everybody but her and Sweeney Todd himself after the show. We settled for large nachos and a large taco instead.
We headed back to the car, and on the way, I started texting our host to let him know we were on our way, when all of a sudden, I was attacked by a tree branch! It came at me, bro!
Well that’s not true…turns out I can’t multitask…I didn’t see where I was walking while I was texting, and I tripped on some stupid tree branch lying on the ground. I went tumbling to the ground, and my phone did the same. I was fine, but my phone wasn’t. The screen cracked pretty badly.
I’m pretty sure Doris just stood there in shock, afraid that I was going to lose my mind.
I wasn’t angry; I was just worried about my phone because it has become my go-to camera on this trip, since I’ve grown tired of constantly having to switch lenses on my camera. I don’t think I’ve touched my camera since Italy.
Also, GPS! I need my GPS!
I really didn’t feel like buying a new phone.
Thankfully, the phone is strong like bull. She held it together.
If I hadn’t just eaten a taco and large nachos, though, I could’ve really used a huge burrito right then and there.
We got in the car and I looked at WhatsApp to see if our host had responded. That’s when I realized I hadn’t finished sending the last message. It literally read, “We’re just getting to the carAġ.” Apparently even the phone yelled out when I fell. I showed it to Doris and she said, “Yeah, I took a screenshot of that.” Sure enough, she had.
Our host for our last two nights lived a short 25 minute drive from the heart of the city out in the countryside. Deryck was a long-haired, green-thumbed 70 year old hippy of sorts with a penchant for skirts and a love of bicycles. (Can’t say I didn’t envy the amount of air he must get down there. I mean, I don’t know about you, but the first thing I do when I get home from work is take off my damn pants. As Homer Simpson once proclaimed, “Don’t you hate pants?!”) He was my kinda guy.
Unfortunately, Deryck was sporting a cast, as he had recently taken a fall and injured his wrist. We gladly offered to help him out with any chores he needed done around the house the following day.
In the meantime, we chatted for a bit before I eventually got to do two things I had desperately wanted to do for far too long: Do laundry AND WATCH SOME FREAKIN’ GAME OF THRONES! I hadn’t done laundry since London, and I hadn’t seen a single episode of the new season of Game of Thrones because 1) we haven’t had time and 2) we’ve had the worst luck with wi-fi! Thankfully, Mark had generously put the first six episodes on to my hard drive just before we left his place. We watched the first two episodes, and finally, everything was right in the world again.