UK madness

 
If the quality of our trip were to be measured by steps taken, it's safe to say that it would be ranked a 12.7 out of 10. Target heart rate has nothing on us. We started the day heading over to the local farmer's market where we perused tables set up with large rounds of cheese, brilliant flats of flowers and layers of pastries coated with powdered sugar and with smells that made our stomachs growl with international hunger. Let there be nosh! 
 


Taylor and I sat in the shade chomping on a pint of local strawberries and nibbling on a bar of Colombian chocolate while some local artists played. They were awesome. What a great way to start the day.
 
With breakfast and an early lunch-ish as our fuel we headed over to the Royal Mile for a tour of the city. Joe, the hostel keeper, reccomended it to us and he was dead on. Our guide was an Aussie and provided some great insight into the city from the downfall of kings, conquering by rebels and burning of witches it was anything but mundane. Three hours of total Scottish gooness.

We ended our day with a great meal at a great little pub on Vicoria Street in Old Town. Tay had fried brie and my day was made with a plate of pasta heaping with clams, mussels and shrimp. Greatness!
We should be arriving in Dublin a bit after ten tomorrow morning and then we head south west to Cashel to stay in a Castle....yes, rhyming achieved yet unintentionally.
Scotland was a blast.....we love the Scotts!