We wrap up the trip in the great city of Edinburgh

Saturday, we awoke and hopped a quick train to the educational and cultural center of Scotland, Edinburgh.  Leaving the train station, you are overwhelmed with the beauty of the city and the ancient architecture, which is only slightly diluted when you see the first 12 Starbucks that are however, in really old structures.

Not really knowing the city, we asked the locals for tips on how to spend our day.

He pointed us toward the Royal Mile, comprised of Edinburgh Castle, The Palace of Holyroodhouse, some other really old stuff and a really edgy tattoo parlour.  They have a statue of a dog that stayed by his owner's grave for 14 years after his death.  There is also a pub named for the dog, postcards and t-shirts.  Guess, I'm missing something, dog should have moved on.  Its cold up here in the winter.  Kevin finally found a photo subject that doesn't walk away from him.  The castle appears to be slightly larger than his thinning hair patch.

We did decide to pose for him, as he needed another three pics for his scrapbook and to get his three hours of credit for Study Abroad.

All of this serious sight seeing was taking its toll on us, so we adjourned to a very old local pub that used to be a toll booth and prison. 

Surprisingly, we seem a lot happier in a pub than fighting the touring masses and selfie sticks at the various historical sites.  Soon, it was time to find a pub near the soccer stadium and prep for the big match between the local lads, Hibernian and the evil empire of St. Mirren.

The guy on the left told us to take this passage way, but Tim and I had our doubts.  I guess people in the 1600s were quite smaller in the times before super sizing and 1000 calorie coffee drinks.
Finally, we bought our Hibs gear and found our seats.  Note to those attending a match here, they don't sell beer in the stadium.  (Jerry Jones' toupee just rolled over in its grave).  So, stay at the pub until game time.

One of the two blokes with shaved heads behind me must have thought had a syndrome that force him to use the F bomb in every sentence.  It was a Hall of Fame worthy performance.
After the match, we hit a couple pubs (surprising) and finally found some great dinner over by the University.

Sunday morning it was time to head home and close out our adventure.  It was a truly awesome trip from beginning to end.  I hope you enjoyed following along at hope.  At this point, I can find no better way to close things out then Kevin's last selfie of the trip.   Cheers!

Final Toenail Count - 9
Left/Right Ankle size - orange/grapefruit
Kevin knee colour - cloudy purple
Remaining english pounds - 4.32 (all change)