Well, today was the day from hell. At least the start of it was. Grumpy pants all around and getting our bags together and out the door seemed like a production in and of itself - we checked out and I wanted one last trip to the bathroom before we were on our way to Kings Cross. To avoid having to get a new card for access to the second floor, I decided to just use the toilet right at the top of the stairs. Problem was there was no lock on that door. Mom was going to keep an eye out for me and it was 9:30AM with a desolate hostile...hardly anyone was going to just barge into that bathroom when there were plenty of others on all the other floors, right? WRONG. Just as I had gotten situated, the door flies open and I am puked on. Yes. Puked on. Projectile vomited in the face and on my jacket and new boots. It was like a horror movie in slow motion...I still am in shell-shock. The hostel was appalled, and offered free laundry (if only we had the time.) I just called my mom up to come and help me out. Luckily it wasn't as bad as it could have been. The hit-and-run vomiter fled the scene and up the stairs, but was courteous enough to try to hold back as much as possible when to his shock as well, he had barged into the wrong bathroom...Ugh.
On a lighter note, off we went to Kings Cross. Unfortunately they have now closed off Platform 9 3/4 to the public...How can you do that?! Britty and Mom tried to get their pictures, but unfortunately there were barricades blocking the way. We caught our train at 12:00 on the button. Mom made several buddies on the train, as usual. The first gentleman rode the same train every week, commuting. Wow. I guess it is comparable to taking the train from Long Island or Stamford into the city everyday. He learned quickly that my mom had a good sense of humor, and joked with her a lot - playing off of her naive gullibility. He departed, and an older woman took his place. She was such a gem. She and mom made small talk about the different sights and towns we were passing through. She was able to point out a town where she used to live, right on the water. She now lives in a houseboat with her dog, since her husband passed on last year. She was so friendly and bright spirited. I hope both of them had wonderful Christmas festivities with their families.
We got into Edinburgh (it was much darker at 4:30pm than we anticipated) and stepped out to see a beautiful scene structured with the Christmas Festival lights, Edinburgh Castle and all of the city's marvelous architecture. After our hazardous walk (mom still has those huge bags don't forget) across the streets and hills of coblestone - we finally reached our final resting spot for our adventures - The Holyrood ApartHotels = HEAVEN. Queen Beds (yes one for me and britty and one for Aunt CC and Mom; No more snoring!) The Kitchen with its granite countertops, stove, oven, water heater, dishwasher...etc...Living room with tv, dvd, radio, a mini dining room and 2 full bathrooms. It was clean, it was spacious and although it smelled like smoke and I had a creepy picture on the wall of my room (which I hung a piece of paper over, and am just realizing I forgot to remove...) - it was fabulous.
Unfortunately, the days had led up to a bit of a height in tempers. Britt and I got in a scuff, where she was yelling and I didn't say a word, knowing I would be yelling/crying in response so I left and walked right out. I blew off some steam and walked the Royal Mile, which was relatively deserted and quiet. I ended up stumbling upon a few pretty, secluded Christmas trees and lights. I also realized I should be taking more pictures, even if I have had the privilege of seeing this all again, I should be capturing my second adventure.
I went back to the apartment eventually and we all went out for dinner at Bella Italia - Mom couldn't stop raving that her pasta, veg and chicken dish was the best thing she had eaten in weeks. Judging that she had been living off of triangle box sandwiches and toast for 2 weeks, I don't blame her.
We tottled back to our apartment for a snooze before our big day at Edinburgh Castle. My goal is to make it to the German Christmas Markets at some point. That is the one thing on my list. Britty and I got in bed and apologized to one another, and pinky promised a truce to just let the hostility go and hope to enjoy the rest of the time we had together. Hopefully this will lighten spirits for the days to come. :)
xKrista
We got into Edinburgh (it was much darker at 4:30pm than we anticipated) and stepped out to see a beautiful scene structured with the Christmas Festival lights, Edinburgh Castle and all of the city's marvelous architecture. After our hazardous walk (mom still has those huge bags don't forget) across the streets and hills of coblestone - we finally reached our final resting spot for our adventures - The Holyrood ApartHotels = HEAVEN. Queen Beds (yes one for me and britty and one for Aunt CC and Mom; No more snoring!) The Kitchen with its granite countertops, stove, oven, water heater, dishwasher...etc...Living room with tv, dvd, radio, a mini dining room and 2 full bathrooms. It was clean, it was spacious and although it smelled like smoke and I had a creepy picture on the wall of my room (which I hung a piece of paper over, and am just realizing I forgot to remove...) - it was fabulous. 
Unfortunately, the days had led up to a bit of a height in tempers. Britt and I got in a scuff, where she was yelling and I didn't say a word, knowing I would be yelling/crying in response so I left and walked right out. I blew off some steam and walked the Royal Mile, which was relatively deserted and quiet. I ended up stumbling upon a few pretty, secluded Christmas trees and lights. I also realized I should be taking more pictures, even if I have had the privilege of seeing this all again, I should be capturing my second adventure.I went back to the apartment eventually and we all went out for dinner at Bella Italia - Mom couldn't stop raving that her pasta, veg and chicken dish was the best thing she had eaten in weeks. Judging that she had been living off of triangle box sandwiches and toast for 2 weeks, I don't blame her.
We tottled back to our apartment for a snooze before our big day at Edinburgh Castle. My goal is to make it to the German Christmas Markets at some point. That is the one thing on my list. Britty and I got in bed and apologized to one another, and pinky promised a truce to just let the hostility go and hope to enjoy the rest of the time we had together. Hopefully this will lighten spirits for the days to come. :)
xKrista
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