I should be packing things up right now, but the lure of blogging is stronger than my desire to be responsible. This is always the hardest part of any trip for me. Well, to be honest, packing *for* the trip is harder than just packing back up to go home, but either way the act of packing reminds my body that change is on the way. And *that* is the hard part: forcing my body to change its environment and routine. (And again, let's be honest, forcing my body to get on a plane. I haven't quite reached the point where drugs are necessary to get me through a plane trip - and I hope I never reach that point! - but we've considered it more times than I care to admit.)
Just me in my pregnancy-standard Mass outfit, Saint Margaret of Scotland and a wee little photo-bomber. |
The Scottish equivalent of "Keep Calm and Carry On"? |
So yes, we're getting ready to go home... I'm sure you won't mind then letting me take this opportunity to dump some photos of our trip on you (and should you want to skip this part and head back to Rosie's for her My Sunday Best, then go ahead and click away. I won't hold it against you ;) )
See you back State-side!
So sad that your trip is almost over! Getting back into a routine is so tough after vacation... I hope the trip back and the adjustment go well!
ReplyDeleteThank you Rosie! Well, I can say we made it back! (Whew!) Let's see how we adjust... 😊
DeleteI have loved seeing your pictures from Scotland! Did you notice any differences between mass in Scotland and mass in the US? Ireland sometimes surprised me with singing the Alleluia in Gaelic. Just because. Thankfully it's a "repeat after me" kind of situation.
ReplyDeleteThank you Kirby! Mass wasn't really different at all... Except for two things: when we prayed for the church's intentions their call and response was "Lord hear us... Lord graciously hear us" (which sounded rather pushy to me, until I wrote it down just now), and then the cadence of their prayers/creeds kept throwing me off (I'd pause when they kept going, or go when they paused), and of course I felt like my A-mens stuck out like a sore thumb amongst their Ah-mens. I would have liked the Gaelic! But in Scotland Gaelic is really just limited to the Hebrides and it's not really trying to be revived elsewhere (like Welsh is in Wales, or Gaelic in Ireland too). Maybe if we had been farther North? Next trip! 😊
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