I think it started in college - our mascot was a Highlander, instead of a school color we had a Tartan Plaid, and at big events we had bagpipers on campus. Waking up to bagpipes is one of my favorite memories. I even angered a roommate or two by throwing open the window to let the sound envelop the room.
But I have a confession to make.
Lately, Scotland has become a bit of an...obsession.
For the past month, I've been reading nothing but Scottish romance novels. (Lairds, and ladies, and kilts, oh my!) You know I love a good romance novel, but there's something about historic Scotland that melts my heart like no other. Sure, I get attached to some of the characters, but really? I'm reading it for the country.
I've watched Braveheart more times than I can count. Every day for a week Ben would come home from work and say, "Really? Braveheart? Again?" (Um, it
I'm fascinated by the story of William Wallace and Robert the Bruce and am on a hunt for good biographies because I know the story from the movie isn't quite what happened.
I'm dreaming of clans, and plaid, and views like this.
|Photo courtesy of theplanetd|
Have you ever dreamed of a place that you knew you just had to visit? Have you been to Scotland? Tell me all about it please!