Scotland.

Randomest trip of my life. My school program was going on a trip to Malta and I am on a budget and Malta wasn't at the top of my travel destinations so I had to choose wisely to not go. Well, what the hell was I supposed to do that weekend? That's where Beka comes into the picture.

She barged into my room and said, "Want to go to Edinburgh?" I'd NEVER heard of it and all she had to say was she read that it's a "photographer's paradise" and I was in. She kept telling me how the United Kingdom was her favorite place in the world. Well, now I understand why.

We landed at night and ate Mexican food and called it a night. It's really all about the second night. Yes during the day we walked the Royal Mile, ate fish and chips, watched a little of the Wales vs. Scotland rugby game, went on some stupid ghost hunt and chickened out, oh and we saw the Edinburgh Castle but man...did I do something I never do the second night. I KISSED A BOY!! And he practically GROWLED every time he kissed me..."RAWRRR..GIOCONDAAA." It was intense and HILARIOUS.

Kissing is special to me. I'm not a prude, I just realize I'm a different breed. I don't even understand myself sometimes. I'm this innocent girl with a spontaneous wild side with morals at the same time, yet I'm no Mother Teresa. I'm a big fat contradiction.

After the ghost hunt fail, Beks and I went to Grassmarket St. to play my favorite game. I have this game where if I'm tired, I'll just drink three beers..corona and lime's of course, but one corona per bar,  and you have to walk into the next bar you see, so it keeps my grandma butt moving and awake. First bar was packed but weak...second bar was a place I'd NEVER typically go in but it was free to get in, so why not? There were some guys that we made eye contact with but nothing happened...there. We finished our beers...onto the next bar! Guess who was there! This group of guys! Beka and I played eye tag and then went upstairs to dance. We didn't pay much attention to these guys but it was like we knew they were going to come up to us, just a matter of time.

Introducing Thomas: the rugged volunteer firefighter that works for a water company and helps the Boy Scouts. Beks and her guy were dancing while I grabbed mine and just wanted to get to know him more. Side note: I don't want to sound like a slut at all but during our entire conversation, I was thinking to myself, "why don't I ever just let go and let someone kiss me?!" I need to work on that...so I did. I just let go. Letting loose isn't so bad after all. Don't worry I won't gush too bad about the kiss but let's just say, I didn't want to stop! So scandalous! Whatever, I know this sounds so juvenile and child-like but I'm a very different girl. I never understood it. Either my mom's sheltered the SHIT out of me in particular and I will just always have this mind-set that I never let go around boys, or turn them into friends only..or I come up with some stupid idea about how it's not realistic and nobody wants to marry a girl who wants to be this doctor, but I'm working on it. I know it sounds stupid to actually bring this up but I'm liking growing into this part of being a woman. I'm sure this is all part of me growing up. Ugh I am just learning so much out here, it's so much fun! Haha.

The next day we took a bus tour of Scotland and let me just tell ya it's never been that hard to get up! We went to bed around 4am and woke up at 6am. Wowzers! Momma Gia's not as energetic as she used to be! I def slept most of the tour. The funny driver who wore a kilt, Fred, was hysterical though. No one else was laughing except me. I thought, this is going to be a long day on a bus with this man...might as well give him peace of mind that he's funny if no one else does, ya know? Well every two seconds he would yell on the loud speaker, "GIA...WAKE UP!" I would just yell, "NO!" and doze off again. Poor Fred. He's a father. He's probably a great one.

Anywho, Scotland's magestic. Edinburgh is one of those places I never knew existed but I'm realizing those are always the best trips - the most adventure. I love everything about Scotland's culture - they've all got such a sailor's mouth and it makes me laugh so much. I want to go back. One day...:-)