Whew! Well I finally updated my xanga page (its about time). For all of you anxiously awaiting my next tale here it is (I hope it was worth the wait).

 I am in Scotland and boy has it been one heck of a trip. The first day that I got here it was cold and rainy and I seriously doubted my sanity for coming to this place, my mother and I got into an argument and I wanted to go home. But after a little bit of rest and refreshing from the Lord, I apologized to my mother, it was still wet and rainy outside and I realized that I was home (isn't life interesting that way).

I am starting to get myself acclimated to the Scottish landscape, the Scottish bus system, and more importantly the Scottish weather (have I mentioned yet that it rains). I know that this must be from God because I've had my hair rained on twice already and I'm all that upset about it (anymore). For those of you who know me you know that there are few things more sacred to a black woman than her hair (and that is why all men (white men listen up) should not touch it unless given the express permission of the black woman in question)).  That’s why it is such a momentous break through that my hair has been rained on (twice) and I still like Scotland! I really think the Lord is growing me in this area so next time some “Jolly Green Giant” tries to touch my hair (without my permission) it might not do them physical harm like last time –I think (hi Dallas people). And since I’m growing in this area I am not even going to spend time moaning and complaining about how after my hair dried I looked like a porcupine after being shocked with electricity (it was not a pretty sight).

Anyway, Scotland is pretty great and I’ve survived a whole twenty-two days without getting hit by an automobile (if you’ve ever been overseas you understand) and the way everyone around here drives that’s quite an accomplishment. Especially taking into consideration that I’ve finally gotten myself to look the right way when crossing the street (seeing how they drive on the opposite side of the road than us). Let me tell you before that crossing the street was a dangerous undertaking, One of the jokes I always tell is “How can you tell a tourist from a Scot? They’re the ones waiting at the cross walk for the light” (it’s a lot funnier when I tell it in person).

Continuing on, I met a man! He was standing on the corner asking for money and after I gave him some I met one more (I am so freaking funny, I just crack myself up). Seriously, my love life is the same as it was in Dallas (what do you expect I’ve only been here for twenty-two days).

Check ya later,

TW