Train

I was sitting there on a train looking out the window at the rolling green hills spotted with white sheep and the occasional sets of windmills and I realized I am in Scotland. I was on the train from Edinburgh to Glasgow, on my way to West Kilbride. I had just spent the day wondering around Edinburgh. It was a lovely day and I enjoyed myself very much. It was just interesting when I stopped and thought about where I was. It is interesting to me sometimes when I am traveling and it actually hits me as to where I am. Scotland is beautiful. Old building in the middle of quaint little towns, green green rolling hills. Red rocks, the sea, little wooded parks (glens) slow pace of life. Very very nice.