They may have lost the vote to remain in the EU, but they won the vote that really counts.
We had a week gap between leaving Italy and arriving in London. What to do with our precious free week loomed over us until, drunk on aperol spritzes and bumming wifi from a hotel lobby where we were not guests, we confidently hit purchase on a flight to a destination we had never even discussed before… Because we’re getting a hang of this flying-by-the-seats-of-our-kilts thing. So, on July 7, we will fly from Milan to the land of bagpipes, woolen sweaters, great whiskey, adorable brogues, and Michael’s ancestors!
PS: I looked up the Scottish way to say “cheers” as a cute way to end this post, and it turns out there are a few options. So, I will end with my faraway favorite:
Damned few an’ they’re a’ deid!