Cabs, Buses, Trains, and Planes

Why did I ever think these things were so cool and pretty in their miniature versions? I've been wondering if parents make sure to fill their childrens' rooms with shiny transportation toys in order to try to make the experience or actually transporting oneself more paletable. I've been wondering if it worked on me, and how much worse traveling would be if it hadn't.

These are the thoughts so much time crammed between bleary-eyed sneezing grumblers in cabs, buses, trains, and planes (as well as their terminals and platforms and stations) generate in me. I spent an hour on a train ride to Edinburgh feeling generally sorry for my lack of a private jet, then, in an attempt to focus on something more productive (if not more enjoyable), I began debating over whether to check my bag on my flight to Rome. I still haven't decided.

I do love Scotland. I adore afternoon tea and am hatching a plan to continue it in the US, and everyone is extremely kind and helpful. When I arrived at the airport this morning, sniffling from some vile infection no doubt spread to me by one of the sneezing masses, I quickly bought the first pack of Sudafed I found from a little stand. The cashier, instead of just ringing me up, began to question me abou my symptoms and recommended a different decongestant - and threw in a free bottle of Vitamin C. She should work in every transportation station.

I have to say that a few days of relaxation and fun with Bradshaw were just what I needed. We spent yesterday running around St. Andrew's making his campaign video (he's running for president of his student union), which was hilarious - I'll find a way to post it for those of you who"d like to watch. Now I'm headed ot for SPRING BREAK: ROME with Sarah and Morgan -