If you're reading this on Friday morning, there's a huge likelihood that I am in hysterics at this very moment. I'll be entering the sacred doors of the Harry Potter Studio Tour, and I might not survive it. I'll do my best.
If I do manage to survive the emotions and the heart palpitations and the poverty (from spending all my money at the gift shop), and the high glucose levels (from too many Butterbeers, obviously)... I'll report back with stories. Promise.
It's fitting that I tell you about Glasgow today. Before we made our journey there, our directors told us that the university looks remarkably like Hogwarts.
We made a detour through the Highlands. It was certainly a sight for sore eyes - there was leftover snow, woodland creatures (well like... sheep. And a random llama.), forests, windy roads, rainbows, rain, sunshine, mountains, lakes, farms, basically anything you can think of.
We stopped at Loch Lomond for two hours. It. Was. Beautiful. No, the Loch Ness Monster didn't swim all the way from Loch Ness - I made sure to keep an eye out for him, but he was coy. Or, he just wanted to be a homebody and didn't make the journey to come see us.
The loch was definitely something we needed to see, but we were a little disappointed to see that it was so touristy and commercialized. Regardless, it was a wonder!
Calories don't count when you are immersed in natural beauty, you see. We had Highland beef burgers, too much fudge, Nutella hot chocolates, and a gingerbread man who broke his leg because he was running away from us too fast! It frightens me that this is the damage we did in a mere two hours.
Finally, we made our way to Glasgow. To be honest, I didn't connect with the city as much as I did with Edinburgh. This is very likely because we only got to see the university and a couple of museums and didn't even make it to city center. It was very pretty and the museums were wonderful (one of Dali's paintings was on display and it was beyond moving).