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City on a Hill

I swear, this entire city is built on a hill. A really steep hill.

Everywhere I walk, I'm walking up hill. It's insane. I don't think I've walked downhill once since coming here. I know, it sounds impossible, but it's true!

It's nice, though. I walked to both ends of the Royal Mile yesterday. On one end is Holyrood Palace, and the other end has Edinburgh Castle. I haven't been inside either one yet, but I have been awed by the outside of the castle. It's... everything I thouht it would be.

There are a number of walking tours, and later today I'm going to take a bus tour around the city. I want to get myself a bit more oriented. I'm very afraid of getting lost, even if I'm a ten minute block from two major landmarks. *grin*

I accomplished a few things yesterday: I finally found a power adaptor so I can plug in my laptop. I got a cell phone (that only costs 5 p per minute to call home, and has free incoming calls. Damn, cell phones are nice here). I also got a mail box. The mail box was more expensive. *laugh*

I found a few leads on jobs that I'll be calling later today. I just want to get a few things sorted out first. Like getting my resume printed, which I'll do later today, too.

I've met a couple of people in the hostel. A lot of them are like me - looking for work in several wrong places. Everyone's really laid back and relaxed, and when I woke up at 4:30 a.m. and wandered into the common area, I sat with a nice boy from South Africa and talked about nothing at all important.

(Don't tell Tom, but they think people who wear Utila-kilts are twits here.)

One thing I've found about living in a hostel: most people have no trouble asking where you're from, but they rarely ask your name.

Anyway, it's around 7:30 in the morning here, and I have a full day planned. I can't wait to get started on it. I can't remember the last time I was this happy.

Oh, one last thing: Maybe it's the flannel jacket that's giving me away as Canadian. *wink*


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I'm certain that it is not the flannel. I mean, I don't own flannel...anymore...so how would you even know I was Canadian? I think that it is the maple leaf branded to your forehead that may be giving you away. Try wearing a hat. Works for me.

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