Scotland- Edinburgh and the Borders

Boy, am I one lazy blogger. Not only have I not written anything in a good long while, I'm still not planning on doing much even now. It is hard to sit in front of a computer while sitting on a lounge chair, next to a blue pool, with the ocean in the background on the lovely south coast of Portugal. It doesn't help that I'm so abysmally behind that I need to tell you about so many things before I can even get to where we are now.
So I am afraid Scotland will get short shrift because while we had a grand and wonderful visit with Mark's aunt Ruth and uncle Peff, it was a few weekends ago already. So you'll get mostly pictures here.

This is not just any bar in Edinburgh. This is the beginning of Mark bar. Lene and Brian met at this bar. As I know the story, Brian was instantly taken with the tall, beautiful blond who walked in that night with a couple of her girlfriends. Sound familiar? Any guesses on why this story appeals to me?

I have my own history in Edinburgh too. We lived here for a time when I was 5. I even attended kindergarten here. I remember not as much as I'd like. But I do remember the castle. I was a 5 year old girl, how could I not? Just as good as I remember.



Then we headed to the Borders and stayed with Mark's aunt and uncle which was great. Peff chauffeured us around to all the sights including this lovely garden. And Ruth kept us well fed with wonderful home-cooked meals. We also enjoyed an evening with Mark's cousin Susan who was visiting her folks from New Zealand. Didn't I marry into the worldwide family?! Ruth and Peff live in a town called Melrose at the base of three mountains called the Eildons. Mark and I made it to the top of the biggest for one of the best views the Borders has to offer.

I will try to get a few more posts up in the next few days before we're off and running again. Including our stop in London, northern Spain and the entire length of Portugal. And it isn't even summer yet!