Category: Scotland

Confused in English.

Hi friends. For starters, how great was Lois’s post on Friday? I know. I’m still impressed. Secondly, thanks for all your prayers last week while we were at camp. It was an amazing week. I didn’t take a lot of pictures, but the American team did. So once they recover from traveling I’m sure the

Summa-summa-summa Camp 2011!

Yes? Anybody? Will Smith reference? You’re welcome. This week I am at camp with our dear friends from Potter’s House in Western Scotland. Hence the reason AnnieBlogs is a quiet place…. perfect for reading or studying or taking a nap. I won’t be back here until after camp, but if you want to keep up

My home: Scotland style

Since I am severely jet-lagged still and my face would scare children, I think I’ll just show you a few pics of my living sitch. [That’s an abbrev for “situation” — I don’t love it, but it makes me laugh. So. There’s that.] Because my friend Molly really hates when I tell the internet my

My eyes are open.

But they are burning. It’s midnight in Scotland. I’m pretty good about tricking you guys into thinking I post every day (ish?) at 5am when really, as you sleuths out there know, I usually actually write it the night before and autopost it. But how shall I do that when I am 6 (ish?) hours

TOP 5 FRIDAY: Carry on.

TOP 5 FRIDAY is when we each list five of our favorite things, depending on the topic. Feel free to join in via the comments or by posting on your own blog and linking back here. Play along. It’s Friday. When I went to Scotland in January, I was super-dee-duper prepared to lose my luggage.

A crazy week.

I’m like the Girl Formerly Known As AnnieBlogs. It’s been nutz around here.  Forgive my tardy-bloggy. I had to pick a flat in Scotland to live in and to be honest, it was a tough tough decision. So that has taken up tons of my brain space. But I found one and, to ease your

I love Edinburgh in the autumn.

That is absolutely NOT how the song goes. Anyways…. I had a profound experience in Scotland when I was there in January/February. [Here’s a post about why I went to Scotland– just in case you need/want a recap.] I don’t remember the day of said profound experience, but I remember where I was. There is

Oh. So. [fill-in-the-blank].

I want to say AWESOME. Oh. So. Awesome. But my friend Harry from Scotland would not approve. Not one little bit. Harry is the coolest Scottish guy you don’t know. You want to know him, I’m sure. He was the cook at our summer camp in Scotland in 2007 and late one night he stormed

Rangers Game.

I am going to try to remain seated as I type this post but I will be honest and say that this experience may have been the highlight of my trip to Scotland. [Somewhere across the ocean, my Scottish friends are shaking their fist at their computer screens and saying, “SHE SAID SHE LIKED US

Last day in Scotland.

It’s my last day here. I can’t believe that is even true. It has flown by and yet it feels like many-a-moon ago that I was in Nashville. I insist on apologizing again for my lack of blogging. I just don’t have anything to say. The serious stuff sounds cheesy and to just tell you