My dad served his mission for our church in Scotland so I grew up hearing all about it. He would speak "Scottish", show us his creepy Scottish dolls, tell us about the Heeland Coos, haggis, the Scotland countryside, I even did a report on Scotland in 5th grade. Because of this I've always wanted to go to Scotland. I know my dad has always wanted to go back as well, and he plans on it, but until then, here's what it's like today Dad.
The Scottish countryside, like I'd been told, is gorgeous! It's so green, with cows and sheep everywhere. But I don't feel the need to roll up my windows and turn off the air when I drive past these farm animals like I do in Utah; it all looks so mesmorizing in the setting of the bright green and the blue sky.
The first day we went to Edinburgh. We got there in the afternoon after some stress driving in a huge city on the left side, then walked into the city, and it was huge! I don't know what my little mind had always conjured up when I pictured Scotland as my dad described it, but I think I was expecting a little Scotish village with people walking around in kilts (although there were some of those) and speaking with their fun Scotish accents (which they did, for our entertainment).
The Edinburgh Palace
We tried haggis to say we did.
Tasted very sausagy. To quote from So I Married an Axe Murderer--"I'm convinced that the entire Scottish diet is based on a dare."
The Edinburgh Castle is set up on the hill lining the city.
Very large potato, or "jacket".
We had a lot of fun walking around, watching awkward street performers eat balloons, shopping, climbing a huge monument that overlooked the city, and visiting the castle. Edinburgh was great.