Cool Aunt Erin: Day Thirteen: I'm a liarface from Liarsville (Pictures!!)

I know I said there wouldn't be anymore pictures, but the sun just keeps shining. What am I supposed to do? :-)

Let's go for another short tour of Edinburgh (and maybe some repeats). My friend Diarmid took me to Greyfriars for a walk around the cemetery on Friday.

We stopped at one tomb, of one Bloody Mackenzie, and peeked in. It's said to be haunted, but Diarmid didn't think so...that is until I proved him otherwise. Buy me a beer and I will tell you the not-so-fascinating-story of why someday. Here's a picture of his tomb...can you feel a presence?

Bloody Mackenzie's tomb.

One of the awesome family tombs they have had this wonderful saying that I want people to say about me when I die...

A woman of great virtue and good sense.

Thinking about it, I may need to change my ways.

HA! This statue has no arms in which to come and get me.

Flodden Wall: One of the walls erected around the city to stave off the British.

View of the castle from Greyfriars.

We met up with Ellen and headed down Candlemaker Row. It takes you into the Grassmarket where there are a ton of pubs. :-)

Peeking into the Grassmarket where the castle looms overhead.

There is a walking path in front of the buildings.

Looking up towards the Mile. That's the tollbooth Kirk sticking out.

Even the Doctor needs to stop in for refreshments every now and then.

Looking up Victoria St with loads of cute shops.

See the railing above the shops in the picture above? Well...

View from the railing. The castle-looking thing in the distance is a school. Yes, a school.

Same view up Victoria St. just at a slightly higher altitude.

I think these pictures were taken over several days. It was beautiful when I was walking with Diarmid and Ellen, but I kept forgetting I had my camera. That's a sign of good company! Well, Ellen and I are psychically linked after all. ;-) So I had to go back another day and retrace our steps, just not all 10,000 of them. haha

Winding around the railing and up a staircase I popped out onto Johnston Terrace by the Tollbooth Kirk.

See that BLUE sky? It's gorgeous here.

With yet another view of the castle. Sorry, but this never gets old to me.

It sits on top of a volcano.

And back up to the Mile where I wandered around. I didn't get many post-worthy shots of some of the closes while I was wandering. It's a shame since they are so cool. But I did manage these two:

The big spire is of the Scott Monument on Princes Street.

Looking at Calton Hill over Waverley Station.

One of the reasons I love this city so much is the buildings. They are just so damn interesting to look at. And they aren't all from the same time period, as in different centuries. We just don't get to see that all the time in the States.

Awesomesauce carvings!

St. Giles Cathedral is such a dynamic building.

OMG KILTS!! I've certainly seen my fair share of kilts, mostly hanging in price-gouging, tourist shops, but occasionally on a real-life human too. I didn't ask if he was a True Scotsman, but I did leave a tip for the music he was providing. :-)

Saturday night I went out with my friends Caitlin and Brian again. They are a blast to hang out with and it turns out that Caitlin and I share a birthday. Soulmates! We ate a Oishii where I had legit ramen soup (not the crap I eat at home).

It was totally delish!

Then I had to embarrass them and pull my camera out as we walked to the bar/restaurant called Rick's.

I couldn't resist another castle shot.

The night was so much fun: drinking and chatting and drinking and drinking and thinking I lost an earring that I never actually put on. The next day was a little rough, but it was totally worth it. Hopefully I didn't embarrass myself (or my friends) as I tend to do when I drink. I somehow thought taking night shots on the way home would be a good idea...without a tripod....drunk. It wasn't my brightest idea ever but I did get one decent shot, it just also came with taxi and stoplights.

My brother Joe made it in the next day and we went out for food.

First up: hair of the dog.

This was my first time eating fish and chips since I've been here. That is a total travesty considering I've been craving it forever. Good news is that it was delicious!