Rich and Strange Aeons

I had a smile on my face. It's good to have someone to talk to again, namely Anne my parents' friend and her husband, and this morning I had mail from a certain pandalicious friend and sister #1. Brief notes, but when I've pulled up roots and am floating across the world, frequent if brief contact is good for feeling connected.

Hint, hint.

Also had an empty FB wall post from niece#1 but that seems to have been her using viral apps.

I'm walking toward downtown - it's a gorgeous day - and had a black pudding roll along the way. Now I've got less of a smile. It was... ok. I think it'll stay down though I'm not totally certain. My impression is that it's basically cooked blood, and it has nothing on a good sausage. No haggis yet, though I've seen it on a breakfast menu.

It's sunny and I'm further north than I've ever been. I wonder if I should be worrying about sunscreen more. Oh well - Jewish gene powers activate!

Anne says I can leave my heavy bag at her place while I explore Glasgow and western Scotland and the Highlands, so that'll probably be the plan after Friday. But for now, Edinburgh!

Oh, getting to Anne's. Got helpful instructions from a homeless guy at the station, especially after I gave him a pound. And passed a troupe of blacks wearing "Zambezi express" shirts doing a drum and dance number, that was neat. Probably connected to the Festival or Fringe.