So I'm writing, quickly, in an internet cafe' that's about to close.
I've been feeling slightly under the weather all week, and today's rain suits my mood almost perfectly. (Everyone has been commenting on it being a "rotten" summer, cloudy and cool. It feels pretty normal to this Oregonian if I just imagine it's any other month than July.)

Lack of planning, and an unwillingness to wake up before noon, are making this a much quieter trip than previous ones. I've read two and a half books, visited a few restaurants, gotten a SIM card which I cannot use because I've forgotten the code to unlock my phone, and tried to figure out what these odd seagulls are saying. One was calling last night that sounded almost exactly like a fussy child.

The wedding was lovely, although I managed to set my clock an hour off and arrived late. I did get to meet the bride's grandfather, a former brickmason who can still dance pretty well on his new knee. And spent a little time catching up with Doug, Jef, and Kathryn. And Doug's sister Andrea -- I'd forgotten how much I enjoy her. Or perhaps we forgot to get acquainted last time.

Anyway, I'll be meeting them up tomorrow, and I've promised to check for messages around 12 noon, so perhaps we'll get mroe of a day in. Wish us sunshine!

Love,
Erica

p.s. I did fit some discount shopping in, buying myself all the makings of a "traditional" Scottish breakfast so I can cook it in my hostel. And some second-hand clothing, including a full-length sweater which I wore to the wedding.