Good Evening My Dears,
The weather in Edinburgh has been a joy of late, as summer has shown herself at last. For you non-UK people following this blog, summer here is about 20-25 degrees Celsius, about 68-77 degrees Fahrenheit. All the Scottish people look like lobsters, as when the sun comes out they tend to forget about any sort of protection. I must admit that I am a bit burned myself, though for this fair skinned Greek girl, that is a far cry from lobsterdom, I must say. I am of the opinion that I look like a very light piece of toast. Happy 4th to the Americans who follow, hope you all are enjoying the three day weekend.
When last I wrote, I had gotten a job at a Construction recruitment company as their book keeper/back office manger. There will be more about that in a subsequent post, as I do not start until Wednesday.
Last Tuesday, I was invited to my friend Tacy's citizenship celebration. She is Brazilian, married to Tim, who is English. The party was very warm and quite fun. I was excited to meet some really cool people. Oh, and Jasper seemed to have a good time as well, but I was rather ignoring him because I was laughing so hard, at the women's descriptions of men in Brazil. All's I can say is, Get me to Brazil, pronto.
In the meantime, I did go and un-unemploy myself, and am waiting for the unemployment windfall. That was on my birthday. It really wasn't great to have to go to the Job Center on my birthday but it did kill some time rather nicely. We also discovered a store in Edinburgh called Cabaret, which was chock a block with old costume jewelry and that greatest of all treasures (at least to me), a whole downstairs full of rare books.
On Friday, we went to dinner for my birthday with some of the friends that I have made here in Edinburgh. In attendance were Jasper and I, Sabrina, a recent transplant to Edinburgh from Munich, and my friend Penny, a connection that I made before I left the States. She is the niece of a friend of my Mom's. Poor Penny was with me the Wednesday before my birthday at a Swedish coffee shop called Peter's Yard, where I had my mini meltdown. That, of course, merely means that I got a little teary after the agency phoned telling me that I was not going to be called back for a second interview with the British Investment house. So Penny is one of the people I need to apologize to for being a bit dark.
Anyhoo, we met at a lovely restaurant called Sambuca, which is owned by friends of Laura's. She, unfortunately could not make it, as she was not able to find anyone to babysit. It was an extraordinary restaurant, the food and service fantastic, and the price reasonable. I actually received more tea for my birthday from Penny and Sabrina, as well as two tea pots, one black and one white. I think I may have to take one to work with me. Tacy and Tim joined us after dinner and we went to a pub called Dagma, at Penny's suggestion. And no, the pub was not named for either Princess Dagmar of Denmark (there were two). While there we were fortunate enough to see the Queen, who was attending an event across the road from the pub. We waved at her as she drove by in a car that was designed to show her off. Oh, and thanks to the Whiskey Experience, I have developed a taste for Whiskey. I like whiskies from Speyside, which taste more like vanilla and less peaty than their lowland counterparts. And for the record, the US can't make whiskey. Sorry, guys.
Yesterday, Jasper, Sabrina, and I went to Linlithgow, the palace where Mary, Queen of Scots was born. It happened that there was a joust at Linlithgow. So in addition to wandering the castle, we witnessed a Ren faire type joust but I gotta say, and I think Jasper agrees, that for sheer showmanship, the US does the best jousts. I did become a member of Historic Scotland, so I can visit 39 historic venues in Scotland free of charge. Which, I might point out is very Dutch of me.
This evening's highlight was Jasper trying Fried Pizza, which really wasn't worth it.
Right, my dears, that's it for me.
Next Up: Work begins and I officially begin a life in Scotland.
Cheerio for now,
Tina
The weather in Edinburgh has been a joy of late, as summer has shown herself at last. For you non-UK people following this blog, summer here is about 20-25 degrees Celsius, about 68-77 degrees Fahrenheit. All the Scottish people look like lobsters, as when the sun comes out they tend to forget about any sort of protection. I must admit that I am a bit burned myself, though for this fair skinned Greek girl, that is a far cry from lobsterdom, I must say. I am of the opinion that I look like a very light piece of toast. Happy 4th to the Americans who follow, hope you all are enjoying the three day weekend.
When last I wrote, I had gotten a job at a Construction recruitment company as their book keeper/back office manger. There will be more about that in a subsequent post, as I do not start until Wednesday.
Last Tuesday, I was invited to my friend Tacy's citizenship celebration. She is Brazilian, married to Tim, who is English. The party was very warm and quite fun. I was excited to meet some really cool people. Oh, and Jasper seemed to have a good time as well, but I was rather ignoring him because I was laughing so hard, at the women's descriptions of men in Brazil. All's I can say is, Get me to Brazil, pronto.
In the meantime, I did go and un-unemploy myself, and am waiting for the unemployment windfall. That was on my birthday. It really wasn't great to have to go to the Job Center on my birthday but it did kill some time rather nicely. We also discovered a store in Edinburgh called Cabaret, which was chock a block with old costume jewelry and that greatest of all treasures (at least to me), a whole downstairs full of rare books.
On Friday, we went to dinner for my birthday with some of the friends that I have made here in Edinburgh. In attendance were Jasper and I, Sabrina, a recent transplant to Edinburgh from Munich, and my friend Penny, a connection that I made before I left the States. She is the niece of a friend of my Mom's. Poor Penny was with me the Wednesday before my birthday at a Swedish coffee shop called Peter's Yard, where I had my mini meltdown. That, of course, merely means that I got a little teary after the agency phoned telling me that I was not going to be called back for a second interview with the British Investment house. So Penny is one of the people I need to apologize to for being a bit dark.
Anyhoo, we met at a lovely restaurant called Sambuca, which is owned by friends of Laura's. She, unfortunately could not make it, as she was not able to find anyone to babysit. It was an extraordinary restaurant, the food and service fantastic, and the price reasonable. I actually received more tea for my birthday from Penny and Sabrina, as well as two tea pots, one black and one white. I think I may have to take one to work with me. Tacy and Tim joined us after dinner and we went to a pub called Dagma, at Penny's suggestion. And no, the pub was not named for either Princess Dagmar of Denmark (there were two). While there we were fortunate enough to see the Queen, who was attending an event across the road from the pub. We waved at her as she drove by in a car that was designed to show her off. Oh, and thanks to the Whiskey Experience, I have developed a taste for Whiskey. I like whiskies from Speyside, which taste more like vanilla and less peaty than their lowland counterparts. And for the record, the US can't make whiskey. Sorry, guys.
Yesterday, Jasper, Sabrina, and I went to Linlithgow, the palace where Mary, Queen of Scots was born. It happened that there was a joust at Linlithgow. So in addition to wandering the castle, we witnessed a Ren faire type joust but I gotta say, and I think Jasper agrees, that for sheer showmanship, the US does the best jousts. I did become a member of Historic Scotland, so I can visit 39 historic venues in Scotland free of charge. Which, I might point out is very Dutch of me.
This evening's highlight was Jasper trying Fried Pizza, which really wasn't worth it.
Right, my dears, that's it for me.
Next Up: Work begins and I officially begin a life in Scotland.
Cheerio for now,
Tina
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