You think that a travel pillow would be your saving grace on a long series of flights abroad. It’s the shoulder support your neighbor does not wish to be. Which, in all honesty, I did happen to wake up on the shoulder of my neighbor on one of my flights over to Scotland (sorry, by the way). Learning from that mistake, I took out my memory foam travel pillow. I pictured my face resting on a cloud that would mold to the form of my face. You think that sounds like heaven, but it was death. I slowly began realizing that not only was the pillow making my neck reach forward like a pigeon walking, but it was also cutting off the circulation in my neck. I tore it off myself and ripped it to shreds in a fit of Hulk-like rage. Ok, just kidding. But we can use this as a metaphor for the trip. Expectations were different than reality. Happily, this was a good thing.
Today, I’m grabbing a nice long flight across the pond to explore the land of thistles, Scotch and those kilted men doing yoga (you’re welcome, ladies). I only have a week to pack in as much Scottish fun as I possibly can which includes a ceilidh, a road trip around the Isle of Skye and attending a Scottish fiddling concert. So, feel free to check out my Instagram this week for posts about all my adventures!