INVERNESS, SCOTLAND

It is nine-thirty in the morning, we have  4+ travel hours ahead of us, having already paid for our lodging in Inverness, AND have no idea how we’re going to get there. 

Disaster, right? Actually, I am learning to “expect” that with traveling, there will almost always be challenges along the way, AND it is of no value nor is it productive to react with exasperation . . . Rather, I’m learning to think outside the box, consider other alternatives, and move past the frustration. And so we did.

We drank who knows how many cups of coffee, made new friends, read, and worked on our computers until it was time to board the ole’ Greyhound (City Link) to our next landing. 

FIVE hours later, we exited the bus, and walked to our new abode in pouring rain.

We arrived at the right address and stood at the walkway, stunned by the enchanting little house before our eyes. AND it was equipped with everything we could possible need, I.e., coffee, tea, milk, biscuits (called “biscuits” but are actually cookies), a small, but well-equipped kitchen, and LOTS of plugs in every room—okay—plugs “matter!”

We fell—dead tired—into a VERY comfy bed, and slept like babies.