ghosts & gouls

Tonight Jillian and I accompanied our friend Jon on a "Ghost Tour" through Old Town Edinburgh, something we had been wanting to do for awhile. Though it wasn't in the least bit scary, it was quite entertaining. An old Scotsman coincidentally named Scott took us down closes (narrow alleys) of in an area known as Old Town, off the famous Royal Mile. He told us tall tales of "real people who lived and died in Edinburgh." His stories were somewhat gruesome and dripping with irony and Scottish humor. His acting out of the stories definitely added to the suspense. We ended the night in an old graveyard where we stood around in an empty tomb as he elaborated on grave robbers, murderers, adulterers, witches, and the mentally insane. Unfortunately, our bodies were using every last ounce of energy to keep from slipping into hypothermia for us to be fazed by his grand tales. It seemed like an eternity making it back to our flat, my fingers and toes have truly never been that cold in my life! It took a good 10 minutes of standing in front of my heater to get the feeling back. So here I am drinking hot coffee to finish thawing out the rest of my body.