After 12 hours of relentlessly exploring as many nooks of Edinburgh as humanly possible, it’s now a window. And a book. (Dune) A sunset behind a castle. And the sounds of a dozen languages spoken in what has to be one of the most international cities on the planet.
Wood fire in a real fireplace. One block away from Edinburgh Castle. Leather chairs that engulf the sit-ee (me) up to the armpits. Cobblestone streets. The best accents in the world.
I leave in a matter of days. Whoever chooses to visit this wonderful city, be nicer to her than I will be. Don’t ever leave her.
By early next week, I’ll be rummaging around on this, the Isle of Skye. There are worse places to spend your time. In seven hours, I’ll be flying across the Atlantic Ocean. In a week, I’ll be poking around London pubs. In about two days, walking the wharf in Edinburgh. Somehow, this trip gets more exhilarating when detailed out of chronological order.
Nearly two years after conquering most of the Pacific Northwest in a dangerously over-packed, gas-guzzling but somehow reliable Chevy Tahoe, Joseph Lindberg (Journalist, wordsmith) and Josh Williams (Architect, moment-machinist) return in the highly anticipated and most likely critically-acclaimed expedition into central Europe.
Armed with little more than wit, beguilingly good-looks and backpacks crammed with photography equipment, the duo plan excursions into north central Germany and the Scottish Highlands – eventually combining forces in London. Drawing on deep reservoirs of probably pretty decent travel savvy, the two plan on finding something millions of travelers constantly fail to find: The soul of travel and the capacity to enjoy – even revere – feeling homesick for places they’ve never been.
Video by Josh Williams, words by, well, me.
