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rained; we took the cab; uneventful flight to Edinburgh (40 minutes in the
air); good, short cab ride to the hotel here, and we are settled in. Sheila
is napping, in respect to her cold. I've been out exploring the city on foot, in search of the shopping mall with the pharmacy with more decongestants, etc. People on the street were very helpful in correcting my improvizations on the initial directions, and I made it: Mission Accomplished, as it were. I'm writing this now, while Sheila is sleeping, and I've been email-chatting with Aaron who's now starting work. He just informed me about Evie getting stung on the lip by a yellow-jacket, prompting a trip to the emergency ward. She's fine. I admitted to him that it's better to learn about it after the scariness has passed. That's our hotel to the right. It's a mixed bag so far: large room and free internet but not the beds we wanted and no laundry nearby. I'm sure it will all work out, and I'm looking forward to getting to know Edinburgh. |
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