Tuesday, September 27, 2011

A Three Day Weekend in Scotland


This is something we haven't done for six or seven years, but we found ourselves with a three day weekend and decided to take a quick flight for a long weekend holiday. Laura would find herself working about an hour from Edinburgh the next week and I'd been looking for a 10k road race to try on for size and found one in Stirling. So, we found Scotland beckoning our name. Hard to believe that it's less than a two hour flight away!

On Saturday we spent the day in Edinburgh (the boys are standing in front of the building housing the Scottish Crown Jewels inside Edinburgh Castle above). We started with Edinburgh Castle and, in what appears to be typical Scottish fashion, it rained off and on during our visit. Luckily, there was a lot more sun than there was rain!


We had one of the knights from the Robert the Bruce/William Wallace era to explain the wars taking place. His name was Elvis and Elliot decided he looked pretty good for a guy who was about 700 years old. The boys were really excited when he let them hold his sword and shield. You can't really tell here, but the boys were also pretty surprised by just how heavy those sword and shield are. They were real weapons. The knight's armor, for example, weighed well over 50 pounds.

Sir Elvis in the background, sans helm.
Boys and guns.
Edinburgh Castle view over the city to the Firth of Forth.
Riding the hop-on hop-off double decker bus.
We rode a hop-on hop-off bus for the first time on this trip. It was a fun way to get an overview of the city and find out there were so many things there that we wouldn't have time to see! Laura and I ended up in the back seat and it somehow ended up feeling that we were teenagers cuddled together in the back of car with romance on the mind...except that our young boys were sitting ahead of us, peering back, chatting and giggling. The cuddling had more to do with the cool temperatures, anyway!

That's Edinburgh Castle up there. Sorry, I thought we should get a view from the other direction.
This is the restaurant where J. K. Rowling wrote the first Harry Potter book. We didn't eat dinner here.
But we did eat here. I couldn't resist this picture because I've never seen such a big milk mustache before!
The requisite phone booth shot. Actually, we have six of them.
We spent Sunday in Stirling. I kicked off the morning with my first 10k race ever! It was pretty fun, or at least not as miserable as I thought it would be, and I did beat my time goal by a few minutes, so I was pretty happy. In more perhaps typically Scottish fashion, I ran facing a beautiful rainbow for the first 4k or so, then got rained on for a couple kilometers, and then finished the run with some beautiful cool early autumn weather. I've got a long way to go to the marathon next July, but so far I've had a good start!

Rather poor shot of a rainbow over the William Wallace National Monument. From my vantage point at the beginning of the race, I saw this rainbow arcing between Stirling Castle and the monument. It was so perfect it looked like it had been planned...and as if it was artificial.
After the race I took a long hot shower and we finished our Scottish adventure with a visit to Stirling Castle and the Wallace National Monument. If you're visiting Scotland with kids, I would highly recommend Stirling Castle. They have a new exhibit set up just for kids where they can pretend to be court musicians, tailors, painters, woodworkers, jesters, etc. It  was really fun for the boys. Wallace monument is a pain to get to and up, but the views from the top are unbelievable! We also visited a playground in Stirling this day. It's funny how our boys' favorite memories of our little trips tend to be the playgrounds. We try to spend some time at one in each city we visit.

Cannons at Stirling Castle. If we had girls, would they still be drawn to the guns?
(That's a rhetorical question.)
Laura catches me in a contemplative mood.
I catch Laura in a playful mood.
We usually don't want to do this to our kids!
Who knew our ancestors were Tudor royalty?

Looks like a lonely dinner, but the setting is nice.
Playing in the Stirling Castle gardens. Do you think those women in the background find this view fun or annoying?

I love the cool things that just pop up behind random parks around here (Wallace Monument).
Nice view from up here!
That's Stirling Castle on the right. They think most of it was decorated in that beautiful yellow wash back in the day. It would have been quite the spectacle back when it was the home of the Scottish royalty!
That pretty much covers our whirlwind trip to a corner of Scotland. However, for anyone with young kids who is visiting, I would highly recommend the Holiday Inn Express in Stirling. The hotel was fine but not spectacular, but it shares a parking lot with the EatingInn -- a modern take on the brew pub with a HUGE climbing structure. The boys played and played on it while Laura and I had some time to enjoy with each other waiting for our food. It was such a great experience on Friday that we repeated it on Sunday night. And, it was Calvin's favorite part of the trip!

BONUS PICTURE:


A few weeks ago Calvin lost his Twins ballcap when it blew off his head on a chairlift returning from a hike. I promised a replacement and much to his mother's delight and his father's chagrin he asked for a different team's ballcap as a replacement. After many weeks of waiting (I guess it got shipped by sea?!) it arrived today. I present you with Calvin and his new baseball cap:


Friday, September 16, 2011

Cultural Norms



Well, we have had a big break here as I found little time to blog while the kids were home from school for the summer and then we spent three weeks back in Maine. I have a whole crush of things to write about, and we'll see if we can get to them now.

At any rate, I thought I'd restart with a little observation that struck us over the head on our way back to the States...

We were working our way through the scrum of travelers crushing around the gate to get on the plane in Zurich when I overheard some Americans complaining about how rude it was that people weren't waiting in line. I turned and smiled to Laura, because this is just one of those things we've learned to live with. Whether planes, trains or buses, you just have to push your way in there. But, I got to thinking, is it really rude that they don't queue like Americans and Brits? It's not really impolite, I don't think, if it's not a part of the culture to queue. It's just different. I admit, it really bothered me at first, but now I'm accustomed to it....

The next day, we were driving through Boston and I nearly had a heart attack when the light turned green at my first intersection and there were another 2-3 cars that crossed my path, running their red lights. I guess I can remember that Americans drive through really yellow lights, and even red lights. That's why there's a period of time where both lights are red, right? But, I'd forgotten how bad it was. Or, maybe it's just really bad in Boston. Or, maybe people have continued to drive through later and later since we arrived in Europe? Laura and I continued to watch in astonishment, wonder, and sort of horror at each intersection as we waited for a few, well, really, a lot of, moments after each of our next lights turned green as a stream of cars continued through the intersection.

In Europe, I've gotten used to these things -->

They indicate that the light is about to turn green and cars are ready to roar through the intersection the moment their light turns. Many real Swiss actually begin rolling through the intersection while the light is still yellow/red. I can only imagine what would be the disastrous result if these worlds somehow "collided" and the norms were thrown together on a mass scale.

So, is it rude to cruise through intersections many seconds after a light is red? It's just a cultural norm, right? Still, I'd rather not have to adjust to cultural norms too often where the too-late adjustment results in death, injury, or a hefty accident bill! Our friend, Alan, tells us that Switzerland is going to make us soft. Alan, if you only knew, it already has!

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P.S. Another cultural adjustment: In Switzerland, our children have become accustomed to simply walking out into the crosswalk without looking for cars coming (they stop for pedestrians here, even if the pedestrian simply walks right onto the crosswalk without looking, because they all do). This makes visits to cities like Boston or Paris pretty nerve-wracking for the parents!!!