Scotland

“My parents are my best friends.” Heard yesterday on a walk to dinner.

We are on a 15 day curated tour in Scotland.

There are 9 people in the group plus the two tour guides. The make up of the group is very diverse and many states | cities represented - Kansas City, Montana, San Francisco, New York City and Washington State.

So far so good.

There is a couple traveling with their son.

We were at the Royal Edinburgh Military Tattoo show and his Dad was taking a selfies of them. It was the most precious thing.

The show was spectacular.

We’ve never done a trip like this and while the sights and sounds are incredible thus far. I’m finding myself observing and taking in the people on the tour. What they are saying, how they are behaving, who is sharing and who can’t stop talking. All the things that make us human.

On the walk to dinner last night, we walked with the son’s couple. He was sharing stories of his travels with his parents. For some reason, my heart was filled for joy FOR him. He is experiencing life with his best friends. He loves them deeply. It was so nice to experience.

Miss my Papa. I’ve been thinking about him and how he’d like to have this experience with us. He was always up for something new.

Until the next,

EP