Is this real life?
Answer: No.
Looking back on the past 12 days, I am honestly in awe of the experiences I have been blessed to have, the beautiful sights I have seen, and the incredible people I have met. And even as I sit here and try to write a blog, I have a hard time knowing that I won’t do the trip justice. But if I don’t write about it now, I never will, so I am just going to give it a whirl.
12 days. 4 flights. 3 countries. 2 people. 1 experience I will never forget.
We started out in Ireland. Dublin was beautiful, filled with hundreds of wonderful pubs with live music and the friendliest people ever. We arrived at midnight and hopped on a bus to our hostel, and were greeted by about 15 very drunk Irish 20somethings. After being in Germany for so long, it was awesome to have people that were both speaking our language AND louder than us. [the loud American stereotype doesn’t exist in Ireland]. They sang us a couple of songs, told us where to hang out, then stumbled off the bus. It was the best greeting ever.
The Irish Countryside was beautiful.

The windy but wonderful shore. My brother says to put up more pics of my face covered, because i look better in them. so i did.

i felt at home in dublin nightlife, as people wore TIGER ONESIES. i love this place!

THE FOOD WAS SO GOOD. LOOK AT THIS EXCITEMENT.

We explored the city on a tour (the tour guide just happened to know one of my good friends from Trinity College- SUCH a small world), went to the Guiness factory, listened to cool live pub music, explored some Irish beach and harbor towns, ate some dank food, went on a tour to see the Cliffs of Moher (it was too foggy to see anything haha), and met some fantastic people. But after only three days, it was time to pack our bags and move on.
Irish farewell. Which is fitting, because at this point of the blog, i am moving on.

We flew into Edinburgh, and were picked up from the airport by a bus that would become our tour vehicle for the next three days as we explored the Scottish highlands. Scotland stole my heart. I was blown away by the beauty that was around each and every corner. I was just so in awe of the beauty of God’s creation everywhere we went.
I literally just sat in awe.
I also looked into the distance. I call this one, “A warrior contemplates her existance”

This is my hairy cow friend. I wanted to bring him home. Ryannair said no. I was all WTFBBQ!
My guide thought I had a weird obsession with animals. I think that was a bit absurd. I only asked him if sheep liked hugs. Here are some sheep. I ran up to them and they all ran away, i still like them though. 
Here is my, I’m on a boat picture. Because I was ON A BOAT. we caught some awesome seafood and ate it. It was absolutely wonderful. ALSO Lotus. I want you to know that lotsa people loved the headband you made. So, you should just move to Scotland and open up a shop.
Our tour guide Jaime took us around to some beautiful castles, majestic hikes, rolling hills, wonderful lakes (I even took a swim with Nessy in loch Ness), and small towns. We cooked our meals in a homey hostel right on a lake, caught scallops on a fishing boat and ate them raw (IT WAS STILL TWITCHING), got a ride in a tow truck for five hours, and heard legends and stories from Scottish history. It was crackin’. (That is a Scottish term for “cool”, im trying to make it work).
I gave Scotland a big hug, here is a picture of it.

When we arrived back in Edinburgh, I was lucky enough to get to see my friend Gavin who is studying there! It was so nice to just get to catch up, even for just a bit. Also, David, if you are reading this, Gavin says to tell you that you are from Wales. Haha I tried to mimic Gavin’s Irish accent after being in his Homeland for 3 days, but sadly my Irish accent is almost as bad as my German one.
GAVIN IS THE BEST

After Scotland, we boarded a plane and landed in London. I absolutely loved London as well, but it was a bit of a shock when we first got there. We arrived at our hostel at midnight, and I entered the 20 person room. That’s right, 20 person. As I got settled in my bed, I realized a very important lesson, Italian and Spaniard men are creepy. I don’t like to generalize, but oh well, sometimes we do things we don’t like to do. I don’t know if it is because I am tan or what, but Spanish men would just come up to me speaking Spanish, thinking I understood. I didn’t. (4 years in high school helped me a lot… not).
But, here is an example of said creepiness: As I get into bed the first night, a man in the bunk above me pokes his head down “Hello there!” he says. “Hello.” I respond, not super friendly-y (it was 1 AM and I was sleepy) “What is your name? Where are you from? What are you up to?” immediately followed. I couldn’t help but LOL. What was I up to? I was in bed, with covers on. I was def about to go clubbing. He proceeded to play me some of his favorite music, which he sung along to, and tell me a bit of his life story. Three days later, the same man asked me to marry him, saying that “then I will be able to get a green card and live in America” … I always heard the Italians were Romantics.
But creepers aside, London was awesome. I have never seen so many Tourists in my life, so I had so much fun people watching. The parks were beautiful, and there was so much history. We got to see “We Will Rock You”, a musical made of all Queen songs, which I loved, ate some awesome food in Chinatown, explored Soho and Covenant Garden, saw Big Ben, took Communion in Westminster Abbey (I know, right!?), walked over a lot of bridges (London loves their bridges), and explored some beautiful and colorful markets.
Look ma, I made friends!

There were so many large animal statues in London.
Me and my friend Sarah on the London Eye

We ate this super dank food from the China town. Here is a picture. I don’t remember what it was called. I also don’t remember what kind of meat was in it. but i do remember it was super cheap and yummy and made my tummy hurt for about two hours afterwards.
London has leash kids too! I would have set them free, but scissors weren’t allowed in my carry on. 
The markets were the bomb. Free samples all over the place. It was like Costco, but better food, and everyone had british accents, and it was outside.

Sup big ben

I also had the opportunity to meet up with my friend Pebbles (or Jillian) from FOHO. It was awesome to see her school, meet her friends, and catch up a bit.
FOHO reunion!

And in the blink of an eye, it was time to go home. We soon realized that our flight was so early in the morning that public transit wouldn’t run, so we got to have an awesome little sleepover in the airport! The floor was a tad cold, but it could have been worse [it hit me that people sleep outside on the ground all the time. I don’t know how they do it. I just know that I want to do whatever I can to help get people off the streets].
Overall, I had so much fun. I hope I never forget the past 12 days.
I love and miss you all!
Kaitlin
What better way to end a blog than with a picture of a hairy cow?
Good answer, my faithful reader. There is no better way to end a blog.