Much Ado About "Much Ado About Nothing"

Edinburgh has captured my attention and catered to my idealism more than any other city. The cobblestone streets wind through stone high-rises from the 16th century onward. Closes (nerv-rackingly skinny little ally-ways connecting streets and often leading to hidden courtyards)cut through the seamless line of whiskey shops, pubs, woolen suppliers, and kilt-makers. The huge green meadows and parks are dominated by University of Edinburgh goers playing pick up soccer and rugby games and lounging on blankets.

Time is out, I will write more soon, hopefully after more stories find their way into this place.

Cheers.

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I'm now in Cambridge, and for the sake of keeping everything smooth and organized I'm now going to describe the rest of my stay in Edinburgh, in a series of short declaritive sentences:

We stayed at St. Christopher's hostel. It was run by Australians and a little French Canadian named Gi (Gee). Our rooms were small full of other people's hair. We ate breakfast in the pub below our rooms. My favorite coffee shop and place to write essays on Shakespeare's portrayal of women and his development as a playwrite through the vehicle of true love was named the Elephant House. I bought new shoes on Princes Street. Edinburgh Castle is high above the city on 'retired' volcanic hill. I toured it. I saw where David Hume lived. I like scotch now. We had class in the pub too because the beer garden in the back ally was too cold. Drew didn't listen in class, he watched wrestling on the TV behind Dr. Reinsma's head. Some of us were pissed, hence the incredibly clever title of this entry. I bought a wool tartan blanket for £10. I played mandolin in an ally one night and a Swedish guy took my picture. Yoshi sat in on open-mic night at Belushi's and made all the other musicians feel like crap. He has a really good falsetto. None of the 22 girls have killed each other yet.

Out.

Old Heaven's Fortress, Edinburgh Castle: