When I stepped off the plane at the Heathrow airport in London, I was already enthralled with hearing so many English accents surround me that I completely forgot about the other, more crucial part of my trip: traveling to Scotland. During our trip in London we stayed at the Kensington hotel, which was were Isaac Newton used to be a resident. The cultural shock was not as intense as say, going to a country that uses an entirely different language, but was as sweet and subtle like the difference in color on the tree leaves during autumn.
After my mother and I toured the intriguing places of London (Buckingham palace, the tower of London, etc.) we then proceeded to get aboard the bus going to Edinburgh, Scotland. This enchanting capital seemed to come right out of the Harry Potter stories by J.K. Rowling because of its impressive gothic architecture. Staying there for two days was barely enough time to get a glimpse of the city; my mother and I explored the old and the new city until we were exhausted in the middle of the night and had to go back to the hotel. Our next stop was an unforgettable town, highly regarded by many Scotsman: Oban.
First arriving in this adorable country town, my mother and I bought fish and chips near the harbor (the best meal ever!). Overnight we stayed at the Caledonian Hotel, which had remarkable tenants, and in the mornings we would frequently visit Julie’s Coffee House. Oban seemed to be a quaint town supported by its fishing industry, but the essence behind it seemed to truly be what many Scottish songs portray: a highly upbeat town that bustled with kind people.
As the experience in Oban continued, I was able to talk with some town-folk, who became very interested in where I was from, and we continued talking for a lengthy amount of time. I noticed how open and helpful they were about picking out the right spots in Scotland to see, unlike the many people that live near me who always seem to be in a hurry. I had the lucky chance to get to know them more in-depth as we chatted away and ended up exchanging email addresses. To this day we still chat through our emails. To me, this is true world-traveling: not just seeing the fancy tourist attractions, but making wonderful life-long friends across the globe.
After leaving Oban, the next stop was the isle of Iona. Oban showed me the spirit of Scotland, but Iona Island showed me the beauty of it. It was one of the most remarkable scenic places no movie would ever be able to picture. I walked across it and then toured the Iona Abby. As you walk up to the Abby, its view is crisp yet impressive because of the glooming church against the bright green of the grass.
When our visit to Scotland adjourned, my mother and I went back to London, stayed a day, and flew back home from the Heathrow airport. As I sat on the plane coming back home, I kept wondering if I would ever see the town again with its friendly people; all I thought right before I would drift to sleep was: I will manage to get back someday.
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