Some Photos

This is the Peter Pan statue that Mist was dying to see, I think I like this photo of her taking a photo of it more than the one posing by it. 

This is the crazy tree I climbed, in a picture that Mist has you can see me poking out of the top of it. To me it looks like a bolt of lightning struck the middle of it, then all the branches arched over. A lot of them were actually touching the ground and you could walk through them and sit by the trunk of this tree.

Well this was taken on a one and a half hour hike in a nearby town, it was me, Mist, and Sarah. It rained on us most of the time, but it actually made it more peaceful and serene. I stumbled upon this little sheepy on my way up, and at first I thought he was SO cute, but then he would not stop staring at me and it kinda freaked me out once I saw he had horns! But he turned out to be harmless, he was quite the fatty and I dunno if you can tell in the photo, but he has black and white spotted legs.

This is the view from the top! And that is Loch Lomond below us. I am at the highest point and was the only one who went this high (mist and sarah stopped about 5 minutes back). I told them I would be right back and ran (literally) off to the very top, I suddenly got a burst of energy realizing the beauty I was about to behold and the feeling of being alone with it. amazing

love

First Night On The Town

Okay so back to the dancing subject, let me explain. The first day we were here we talked to a scottish guy who was telling us about the clubs and what not, about this place called The Viper where apparently all the upperclassmen go, it's a dance club. It's really weird their bars here close at midnight, then at midnight everyone goes to clubs to dance which close at 2. So I ask this guy how they dance here, and explained how we dance back home, and being european I thought all the girls would dance super slutty and it would be grinding galore. I mean a lot of the girls here look like baby prostitues and their adds are more risque and what not. But no, he explains that if a guy just came up behind a girl and started grindin that she would probably punch him in the face, that apparently they have to "get to know each other" before they will start dancing anywhere close to that. and by get to know each other he means dancing facing each other about a foot away for about 20 minutes. Okay so by this point im thinkin this guy has to be exaggerating! surely it's nearly the same as America, oh i was wrong

So last night me, misty, and sarah (new friend who is so much fun!!) go out on the town (BTW: sarah is also from OU, but we didnt meet her til we got here, so she is also american and dances like us) So we hang out at a bar down the street from the Viper where I have alcoholic cider (delicious!! GL you have to have it) and a Guiness (best tasting beer ever!) well i didnt realize how high their alcohol content was so i was feelin it pretty good when we got to the club. So we all start dancing, you know what we consider normal, and im not too aware of my surroundings at first, i just assumed they were all dancing like me (by the way this place is PACKED!) oh how wrong i was. they just kinda bend there knees and bob there, it's very odd and rather boring. so i continue dancing the way i do, and my hands are in the air and everything. well people just start staring at us like no other. and other girls are trying to mimic us, but they just kinda look awkward and guys were pointing at us and calling there friends over, IT WAS SO STRANGE! so then i see a ring of like 5 cute guys, so i grab sarah's hand, who grabs mist's hand and i start dancing in the middle of them. not grinding just dancing funny and weird with maybe a few pelvic thrusts and these guys freak out, put all there hands up in like a cone over the 3 of us and start chanting "EIFFEL TOWER EIFFEL TOWER" what the hell??
so i lean over to one of the guys and say "do you guys not dance like this here, we're from america" and he assures me that no one dances like that here, but i guess they thought it was funny or amusing. well he was super attractive so i start dancing with him. well while im doing that mist leans over to a girl that's near us and says "we're american, i guess thats why we dance like this" and the girl says "thats no excuse" i guess how we dance is really looked down upon by some of the girls?? i dunno, still trying to wrap my mind around it and i would look at couples who seemed really into eachother, and realize they were a good 6 inches away from eachother, even though the girls arms were around the guys neck.
So after I posted this to Cassie, Kassey, and Gaby, they all said I wonder if Eiffel Tower means the same thing there as it does here, I had no idea what they were talking about, so I urban dictionaried it...gross. But when these guys were all standing around us they were not even touching us at all, like not even touching hands to dance, so in reality very innocent. Once I get a good guy friend here I am going to ask him.
Anyways, so this same night before all of this happened, we were walking down the street trying to find a cool pub to drink in till it was time to go to Viper, but unlike in Norman a lot of way older people go out to drink here right along with the young folk, but certain bars are more populated with younger people that others, so we wanted to make sure we went to the right place. So mist walks up to two rando guys on the street and asks them for a suggestion, they are super helpful and name several good places. So then we just get to talking with them for about 15 minutes, then a car full of guys pull up and they look like they have to go talk to them so we say bye and thanks. Well the next night (saturday) we are walking down the street trying to decide whick pub to go into again, when we run across the same 2 guys on a different street. This city is very big, so it's really suprising. So we say hi to them and get to talking, in about the first five minutes you can tell everyone is a little uncomfortable because we didnt know if they wanted to get onto where they were going and vice versa, but then all of us come to the realization that we all like each other, so we chat there on the street for a good hour. We wanted them to go to a pub with us, but everyone here dresses up really nice, and they were not at all. Plus they had just purchased beer to go have a small party at their flat, which they invited us to. But we thought 3 girls alone in a foreign country at night with some guys we basically just met, that going to their flat was a bad idea. But I explained that to them, and told them to meet us at Viper tonight (because apparently monday nights are a BIG party night here) so I am hoping that they come and we can find them!!
They were actually not Scottish, one was Lithuanian and the other Romanian, and they were both very cute! but i especially liked the Romanian. His accent sounds like he is a vampire from transylvania, it's pretty nice. They were also so funny and interesting, like we found out that apparently the UK is pretty racist toward people from eastern europe, so I would like to ask them more about this and what not. Anyways ill let you know what happens!
I cant imagine the response you are going to get, when you shake your huge butt in one of these clubs, cant wait!
Love you T

SMALL WORLD

You will NOT believe what happened today sweet T. So Mist and I woke up, and hiked it up to a coffee shop this morning to get a little caffeine before we went grocery shopping. So we are sitting there chatting away, when the man who is sitting next to us gets up to leave, and walks over to our table. Then the conversation goes as follows:
Man (addressed to me): Hey are you from Norman?
Me (shocked): Oh, yea I am
Man: Did you eat at Pink Elephant a lot?
Me: Yea that's my favorite place!
Man: Oh, yea, I used to be a cook there and I thought I recognized you
Then we talked of what each of us were doing in Glasgow, Scotland. yadda yadda yadda

Isn't that INSANE!! He was the guy who is a little overweight, very short hair, was occasionally our waiter, quite and nice
Okay will write more when I have more time
LOVE

First Stop: London

     So after a very turbulency plane ride, and the slow realization that the fear of flying I have developed in the past year just wont go away, Misty and I arrive in the London airport without a clue of what to do next. We decide we need to store our outrageously huge suitcases for a few nights at the airport, so we find the counter, and read the stupid sign that says each bag, no matter how large, will cost 8 pounds per night. We each wanted to store our huge suitcases and one of our carry ons, but that would equal 32 pounds each! No way. So we walk away from the counter and into the busy airport where we proceed to open up all of our bags, reshuffle them and CRAM a carry on into each huge suitcase, all while the guys at the counter are laughing at us and our cheapness. From there we navigate the tube (subway) like pros and get off at our stop, only to realize in our haste to store our bags, Mist left the address of our hostel in the huge suitcase that is now pretty far away and in storage, so we proceed to wander around london with huge backpacks asking randos if they know where our hostel is. Eventually we find it 45 minutes later, miraculously one woman knew the exact location of it. It is in the middle of a park and very pretty and cheap!
    You never realize all the things you took for granted knowing back in your home country, like when you go into a restaurant do you seat yourselves or wait? Because it's not displayed on signs!! So the first couple times I just walked up to someone working there and asked, I now know that in the UK you always seat yourself. Then in one place after sitting for 30 minutes I again found out at this specific place you go up to the counter and order, no waiters come to you unless they are bringing your food. It's these little things that we take for granted back home, and the fact that drivers are not about to run you over in a crosswalk.
   Anyways, london was pretty but the people were sometimes rude, Mist and I hoped Glasgow would have a different feel to it, a small town feel in a bigger city, and we were right. The people in London were a little snooty, but I like the people here just fine. So in London we explored the biggest park I have ever seen that contained a peter pan statue, which mist loved, and probably the coolest tree I have ever, which I climbed and which was slightly scary.
    If you snore incredibly loudly, please do NOT stay in a hostel. It's the night before our plane takes off to Glasgow, we have to be up at 3am to catch a bus to the airport, so we try going to sleep at 9am, only to have the loudest snorer ever go to sleep shortly after. After about 45 minutes of attempting sleep, I walk over to mist's bed were we suppress giggles for about 10 minutes because we can't believe this woman is snoring this loudly. We decide to go watch TV for a while, Nurse Jackie was on which was awesome! After a couple episodes, we try again to go to sleep and meet failure again. So we stay up til 3 sipping coffee and chatting, only to walk in the middle of the night to the bus stop on a creepy london steet, SCARY! But we made it on the bus and onto the airport.
    So you know how we said we stored our bags?? Well they don't open shop until 6am and our plane leaves at 6:55. damn. So I go up to the checkin counter and get everything checked in except the bag, and talk with the man who says he thinks we will have enough time and not to worry. Well that would be great if the guy who was supposed to open the counter didn't show up to work 25 minutes late. So we haul ass back to the check-in only to find out that we cannot proceed or check the bags because we are too late... I cant hold back any longer and tears full of rage come down! I am not sobbing, they are just silent tears of anger! The man checking two crying girls in now looks terrified, and begins typing. He can get us on the next flight free of charge, thank God!!! Now mist and I sit waiting to board the next plane, laughing so hard at our stream of bad luck, and saying that it can't possibly get worse, which it doesn't. So that was the London experience, it sounds awful, but looking bad it's rather hilarious. Glasgow is much better, and today we are going on a hike!
Love you T
C