We are now back in Edinburgh, Scotland! The two of us have decided to settle down in one spot for a bit...just long enough to make some cash, some friends, and regroup for the next adventures.
This will be an adventure in itself though. Edinburgh is beautiful, and the only true way to experience a beautiful place such as this is to live and become immersed in it.
We started the first morning out at a pub, The Cloister's pub where my friend Becca is working. (She is a friend from Kingston, and has just recently moved to Edinburgh to work and live for the next year or so. She has kindly allowed us to crash with her while we look for a place of our own.) I can't think of a more fitting place to begin our search for both a flat to rent and jobs than a wonderful Scottish pub!
We have looked at a few places, but so far nothing has really caught our interest. More flat hunting to come tomorrow though, then job searching after that! Wish us luck!
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Figure skaters are not for us...
We had spent almost two weeks in Bern, Switzerland working at the Euro Figure Skating Championships, and we have learned two things: the Swiss Alps is the most peaceful place on earth, and that we have absolutely zero attraction to male figure skaters.
Skip and I were given a day off last week, so we decided to hop on a train and head to the mountains--we were much too close to just see them from a distance and be okay with it.
So, to Interlaken we go! It only took us about an hour to get to the beautiful city. All that we could see for miles was the crisp blue sky and big snowy mountains jutting up around us.
We had to go higher.
So we jumped on another train that brought us up to a small town nestled in the mountainside called Lauterbrunnen. We were getting closer.
Hopping on to a gondola, we began the journey up the mountainside where no cars could go. As we climbed, the views became more and more breathtaking. All either of us could do was stare.
Outside of the gondola, we looked out over the valley below us...mouths open wide.
A small train in front of us was the finale... this would bring us to the small village of Murren.
Disembarking after a ten minute ride on a rickety old train, we were at our final destination. This place is like no other place on earth. There is a silence up there, a peaceful and almost eerie silence, that you will find nowhere else, I swear. We sat down on a bench to bask in the warm sunshine, it was a beautiful sunny day high up in the Swiss Alps. A man came out of the chalet that we had sat in front of and began speaking German to us. We laughed and explained that we only spoke English. He was on his way to the ski lift with his ski boots strapped on, but chatted with us for a little while explaining that he lived here during the winter months. He had come here once ten years ago and had fallen in love with it. You could see how passionate and proud he was of this incredible village, it was enough to make us want to never leave.
We had a small picnic right there on his bench, just staring out at the scenery before us. Irish coffees followed at a small cafe that was located right at the side of a cliff. It was incredible. No wind, no sounds of motors running or traffic in the distance...I don't think either of us will forget it.
Reluctant to leave, we had to get back to Bern. But I think both of us knew that we would come back here one day, it is just too beautiful to not share with other people.
The event in Bern came to an end. The finals were interesting to see, but I think Skip, Bob and myself much prefer hockey to figure skating... haha, figure skating is just not for us!
Skip and I were given a day off last week, so we decided to hop on a train and head to the mountains--we were much too close to just see them from a distance and be okay with it.
So, to Interlaken we go! It only took us about an hour to get to the beautiful city. All that we could see for miles was the crisp blue sky and big snowy mountains jutting up around us.
We had to go higher.
So we jumped on another train that brought us up to a small town nestled in the mountainside called Lauterbrunnen. We were getting closer.
Hopping on to a gondola, we began the journey up the mountainside where no cars could go. As we climbed, the views became more and more breathtaking. All either of us could do was stare.
Outside of the gondola, we looked out over the valley below us...mouths open wide.
A small train in front of us was the finale... this would bring us to the small village of Murren.
Disembarking after a ten minute ride on a rickety old train, we were at our final destination. This place is like no other place on earth. There is a silence up there, a peaceful and almost eerie silence, that you will find nowhere else, I swear. We sat down on a bench to bask in the warm sunshine, it was a beautiful sunny day high up in the Swiss Alps. A man came out of the chalet that we had sat in front of and began speaking German to us. We laughed and explained that we only spoke English. He was on his way to the ski lift with his ski boots strapped on, but chatted with us for a little while explaining that he lived here during the winter months. He had come here once ten years ago and had fallen in love with it. You could see how passionate and proud he was of this incredible village, it was enough to make us want to never leave.
We had a small picnic right there on his bench, just staring out at the scenery before us. Irish coffees followed at a small cafe that was located right at the side of a cliff. It was incredible. No wind, no sounds of motors running or traffic in the distance...I don't think either of us will forget it.
Reluctant to leave, we had to get back to Bern. But I think both of us knew that we would come back here one day, it is just too beautiful to not share with other people.
The event in Bern came to an end. The finals were interesting to see, but I think Skip, Bob and myself much prefer hockey to figure skating... haha, figure skating is just not for us!
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