During our entire time in Edinburgh, we’ve been in the Old Town, so we walked across the bridge today to the New Town.
What we saw looked like … a modern city with some older elements.
We walked as far as the Scottish National Gallery, then went back across.
This morning, we went to the National Museum of Scotland, which very comprehensively tells its history — from its earliest people, to the Stewart/Stuart monarchs, to sports, to war, to Scottish contributions to technology and Scotland today, noting that it can change as circumstances warrant.
Every other vacation I can remember has ended the same way — starting to fret about halfway through that it will all be over soon, often followed by grumpiness when it actually is going to be over soon.
But after we came back from New Town, my wife and I took some time to relax before dinner, and a different feeling came over me.
We left Boston a week ago last Thursday night, which basically makes Thursday and Friday one very long day.
But even though we have a long travel day ahead of us tomorrow, and going back to work Monday won’t be any fun, it’s time to go home.