If you have taken a trip, I want to see your photos. I want details, the stories behind the pictures. Take your time setting up the scene, I want to drink it in. After other’s eyes have glazed over, I’ll be there asking more questions. My current favorite photo is an outdoor dinner scene from Croatia. My BIL and SIL went there to meet my BIL’s aunts and uncles from the old country last summer. A group is sitting around a wooden table with a field of wildflowers as the backdrop. The table is loaded with bottles of every shape, glasses, plates, dishes; everyone looks relaxed and sated. There is something so European about the picture – it is really quite charming.
Last year my neighbors took a spur-of-the-moment weekend trip to Paris. Mr. Neighbor, a pleasant enough Philistine, had one praise and one complaint. He loved the lack of undergarments on French women, but hated that he had to watch Indiana Jones in French. Qu’est-ce que c’est? You have 4 days in Paris and you’re watching movies in the motel? His wife gave more details over the rosebushes. I pumped her with questions: Did you get out to Versailles? Left Bank? You go inside Notre Dame? She finally asked, “Really, Carol – how many times have you been to Paris?”
Footprints, a Xanga feature, counts the hits and tells the state or country of origin of blog visitors. France, Spain, Hong Kong and Japan show up every day. Less frequent are hits from Quebec, the Netherlands, China and Germany. I’m am thrilled and give my husband unsolicited reports. However, there is one glaring omission. Where, oh where, is Scotland?
Maybe I should write about reading John Buchan aloud to my husband last night (he fell fast asleep). Or mention my passion for a Scottish brogue. A Scottish pastor spoke at our church family camp and my friend said that the speaker could have read through the phone book and she would have been edified.
I love the Scots. People like John Knox, John Muir, Thomas Chalmers, Alexander Graham Bell, Robert Louis Stevenson, Sir Walter Scott, Robert Burns, David Livingston, William Wallace. My most favorite, most beloved author is an unknown Scottish woman Anna Buchan who writes under the pen name O. Douglas. If I have one trip in my life, it must be Scotland. Take me to Stirling, to Glasgow, to Aberdeen, to Edinburgh, to Perth, to Priorsford, to St. Andrews; take me to Skye before I die.
I want to see the highlands, the lowlands, the borderlands, the beaches, the firths, the kirks and the castles. Feed me scones, play me bagpipes, take me to Scotland. Or at least bring one Scot to my blog.