HAR-MAR-NEE GRAN-JER

…is how Scottish people pronounce ‘Hermione Granger’. This I know because of the dad that was playing a Harry Potter card game across the aisle from me with his daughter on the train to Edinburgh.

Anyway, I am safe and sound but totally worn out in the Skeppsholmen af Chapman hostel in Stockholm, Sweden. I’m staying in the awesome part of the hostel…the part that’s a clipper ship. In case you were wondering, yes, it is as cool as it sounds. I have my own peephole and everything.

My last post was from Wincanton…not a whole lot has happened since then, but what did happen was awesome and exciting. Mum, Tammy and Linda met me for a few days in London, you know, Buckingham Palace, Big Ben, London Eye, and all that. There’s really not a whole lot to say about London other than what’s been said before; it’s great, it’s fun, it’s awesome, go see it someday.

Edinburgh, on the other hand, is a whole crap ton of fun. It’s totally on my list of places to go back to one day. I didn’t get to do a lot of what I wanted to do, but the stuff I did get to do was just as awesome. I could go on for hours about all the stuff I saw, but I’m tired right now. Maybe later.

I didn’t just see Edinburgh; Mum and co. and I spent some time with our Scottish relatives. We got to see the town where my great-grandmother grew up, and where a lot of her relatives are buried. That was a nice few days away from the big cities. I think I needed that.

So, before I fall asleep at the keyboard, I’ll end this. Goodnight for now.