bag-o-beer

We returned from an 11 day tour of Italy, Switzerland, and Germany yesterday. It was incredible! We had a great time and saw so many things that I could blog on and on 'til the highland cows come home. Instead, I'll just try to add several small blogs over the next week or so.

As for our route, we flew into Rome. From there we went to the Cinque Terra, Pisa, Florence, and Venice. From Venice, we took a scenic route over the Alps on a train to Interlaken. From Interlaken we went to Rothenburg (Germany) via Zurich. Finally, we went to Heidelberg and flew home from Frankfurt. The trip went smoothly...except for the last day.

We were in Heidelberg on the last day--worn out and ready to come home. As such, we decided to break with cultural experiences and have our last meal at the Hard Rock Cafe. Stacey had an Elvis Presley Burger and I had a Beach Boys Burger while listening to the Rolling Stones (surprisingly, the HRC in Heidelberg is very inexpensive).

From there, we took the train and then a bus to the airport. We were there 2.5 hours before our flight and hoping to get to Glasgow in time to hear the Georgia game from an internet cafe. Instead, our flight was delayed four hours and we didn't land in Scotland until about 1 AM. When I got my bag, it was wet from a souvenir beer bottle that broke inside. It was too late to take the train to Glasgow (let alone Edinburgh or St. Andrews), so we decided to get a hotel near the airport in the little town of Ayr. We took a cab to the only hotel in Ayr, but it was booked full. But we couldn't just get another cab, we had to wait in a line in downtown Ayr for about 30 minutes with every drunk person in town. When we finally got a cab, we went to the nearby town of Prestwick and found a room. We wrung the beer out of my clothes and made it to bed by 3 AM.

Needless to say, we missed church the next day. But even with that last day, the trip was great. I'll write more about it later. Check back soon.