The first week is out of the way, and I think I’m all set here. I’ve figured out the layout of the city enough not to get lost on foot, and have braved the buses (there are multiple bus systems here, each with their own schedules and fares, so it’s a little tricky).

I’ve danced in a céilidh. I’ve spent a very long night at the Famous Spiegeltent. I’ve decided to take the Creative Writing course for credit, forking over £40 for three credits that hopefully will apply to my sixth-year and really allow me to live like a Master of the Universe.

Royal Mile

I know I’ve written this before, but I have to say again that Edinburgh is amazing. You walk around the corner, and there’s something great to see–Georgian or Victorian tenement buildings, a monument to someone wearing a periwig, a gigantic castle, an extinct volcano. The castle  And now that the Festival’s getting underway, there’s all sorts of human scenery here too. I’m going to head over to the Royal Mile after I finish up here, grab some lunch (the University cafeteria that we’ve got access to is closed for lunch on weekends, for some reason, and I certainly wasn’t awake for breakfast), and do some serious people-watching. And laundry. Got to remember the laundry.

I’ve been writing, too, though I’m not satisfied with much of what I’ve done. One piece, which I’ve put on hold for now, is written in the 18th-century voice I’ve been playing around with (and which Peter does so much better than me). The other, though, has been a little more interesting to work on, though I don’t want to say anything more about it. I believe in jinxes.

I should, though, get back to work so I can get out of here, eat something for the first time today, and ensure a supply of clean socks for the coming week.

Peace.