Edinburgh

Ok, well, ten min. is not enough time to go through everything from yesterday, but I shall try. You see, I started walking down Prince's Street, then came to Regent St., where I found a tall tower called the Nelson Memorial. There were some Chinese taking pictures outside, but I did not initiate contact. Instead, I went up to the top of the tower, from which point one could espy an island off the coast and people walking on the hill nearby. So, as soon as he could take in the view, Benito headed off in the direction of that landform, Arthur's Seat. It was a nice little walk down the spiral staircase, meeting multiple Italians along the way, and having quite a nice time for himself. You see, Benito was an Italian-phile. But off he went into the clear blue yonder, passing through the secret pass, and up the hill. There was a precarious spot where Benito considered whether to hop the fence or not, but decided against taking the risk as there were spikes attached. So off he went back around the Flying Scotsman and acroos the busy road to find some very attractive features in the rock.

The climb up was somewhat steep, but nothing compared to what Benito had faced in the past. It was quite exciting to be climbing up to the top of Arthur's Seat, and already the city was growing small below him and little joggers ran along the edge of the hills. So that was what he was experiencing as he went. And there were some couples and older people walking along, but Benito passed them all by, and continued until he could go no farther and said to himself, 'Oh, my!' for that was exactly how he felt. And there were even some rock climbers. Benito then picked out a nice spot to have hhis lunch as he was hoping for, and that was that. But little longer than he could expect there were more hikers to break his solitude, and Benito left a little trail behind of bread crumbs for the birds to pick up. 'Oh great, now he's making friends with the birds!' But Benito would not be disappointed, for he met some fellow students along the way, named Mary-Anne and Peter-Piper. Imagine that! They went to Edinburgh and St. Andrew's respectfully and were able to give good advice. But the real punch came at the top of the mountain, where Benito encountered some Belgians and Germans and they all smoked and took each other's pictures. How fabulous. Getting into a political discussion and such. Fabulous! Go Obama!