Week Three to Fiveish

From the time I last wrote there have been people coming and going. Sean (my host brother) has left to Fiji for five weeks teaching soccer. It has been sounding like he is having a blast but the house is a bit quieter. I had some friends come back from Zambia. Awesome stories from that. I also had a friend come back who was skiing and working in a pub in the French Alps, so it is good she is back as well.

We have continued to have the Rock and Edge along with Edge bible studies. We have continued to go into the primary schools on Wednesdays for a half hour of teaching and time for questions. I am always amazed at the great questions we are asked. Caitlin and myself continue to go along to the 2020 group that meets during lunch on Thursdays. We had been leading it for the majority of the term but let one of the teachers lead it because we were tired of doing. He lead for a few weeks but just got a promotion while a teacher is on maternity leave and doesn’t have enough time to plan, so again we were asked to lead.

The every day has been going really well. If you remember back about how for the first week or so it was really easy to wake up in the morning and then the Super Bowl came around and knocked me off my regiment. Well, it is still real tough for me waking up in the mornings although the weather has been nice and the sun shining in the window to great me in the mornings has helped.

My over all energy level was attacked while taking a vacation to visit my friend Jay in Milan, Italy, well actually more so the journey there and back were the things that did me in. I will attempt to shed some light for you on my journey to and from Milan. I woke up at 6:00am on Friday February 15th, left the house at 6:30am to get into Aberdeen for my 7:15am Mega bus to be in Glasgow at 10:50am, then caught an hour bus to the airport making it there at 12:00 noon, the plane took off at 2:05pm, got to Milan (Bergamo) at 5:30pm, got on a hour long bus ride into Milan making it 6:30pm when I met Jay. As you can see from the time I left my house I did not stop traveling till twelve hours later. What an adventure!

Once there I had a blast. The first place we went to was a place called “Big Pizza.” As you could imagine the pizzas were large and my stomach was thankful for that. A great way to be introduced to Milan. We went back to Jay’s apartment and met his roommates and shortly there after my head hit the pillow.

We woke up and were off the see the sites because not much is open on Sundays and I was only there for Saturday and Sunday. We went around and saw the Santa Maria Delle Grazie (where the Last Supper painting is kept). I could see this Church from Jay’s living room in his apartment. We were in a prime location. After being in there we went to the Duomo, which was amazing! The shear size makes one shiver and the detail makes one stand in awe. The inside was amazing with the vaulted ceilings that seemed to go up a mile high and the decorative masterpieces that were sprawled across the walls and the beautifully designed stained glass windows all worthy of note. The inside was fantastic and free of charge. We left the building, went around the corner, paid five euros, walked through the turn stall, climbed who knows how many steps but upon concurring the final step the world was revealed to us, well maybe just Milan. We had climbed the steps that led to the top of the Duomo. Even how magnificently decorated the inside was, it did stand a chance in comparison to the exterior craftsmanship. The whole building was some sort of white stone that was so elegantly carved. I will attach one of the many pictures I took while up there. It was so peaceful and a site to be had while in Milan. Although the sun was not shining bright on Saturday we could still see the majority of Milan from the roof of the Duomo. We spent a good 45 minutes up there just hanging out and trying to take it all in. After that we walked to the Castle in Milan, which was cool in its own right.

We then returned to Jay’s apartment because he was not feeling so well. For dinner Jay and his friends usually go to a restaurant to have a “partivo” (I really have no idea how to spell it). Partivos are meant to be for people to buy a drink of choice and have some appetizers that they have set out, then to go to another restaurant and have a main course. This however is not how Jay and his friends handle partivos. They go and make it into a full out meal. They are set up in a way where any drink is a certain amount and then all the appetizers you desire are free. On Saturday night Jay slept while one of his roommates, a friend and myself went to this place to that had a partivo. This place was nice, I mean real nice. We walked in and the host looked at us a little funny and talked to a worker that was standing by him. We asked if we could have a table. He went away without saying anything and left us to stand in the entrance. We could see a number of open tables. The guy came back and showed us to where we were going to sit. The cool thing about this place was that instead of individual seats, they had sofas. However in our situation for whatever reasons us three grown men were shown to a “love seat.” It was a joke. We tried to get in but we would have needed a human sized shoehorn to get us all on that sofa. We asked if there were any other seats available. The guy looked at us and said. “You are lucky you have these seats.” We didn’t feel like valued customers but asked if there were any other possible places to sit. He took us outside, which sounds bad but was really not outside because we were under a big owning and had much more room. So we ordered our drinks, it was the first time I have paid 7 Euros for a Diet Coke but the food was great. We had a few other incidences with these people at this restaurant but I will not go into it for sake of length.

We made our way back to the apartment to see how Jay was feeling. He had perked up and was ready for the night. Jay’s roommate had an Italian friend who was loaded and was coming to over with some of his friends. Around 10:00pm 15 Italian guys showed up to join in the festivities. There were those 15 Italian guys, 8 Americans, two Austrians and a girl from England all in Jay’s apartment. It was bonkers. It was a lot of fun taking to the Italian guys, some of whom have been to America. It was fun getting their view on things and asking them about Italy. The rich Italian had gotten us onto a list to get into this club that was meant to be a really nice establishment. At Midnight while outside the club we found out that although we were on this list we still had to pay 15 Euros to get in. I am not against dancing…But the type of dancing I was anticipating going on and the 15 less euros I would have all pointed to not going in. Jay was fine with this and we purchases a panini each and got a taxi to the apartment. We got back to the apartment, stepped gingerly over the broken glass…oh yeah, I forgot to say that on the way out to the club one of Jay’s friends broke one of the glass doors they have in the apartment, that sucked. So after walking over the glass we both fell asleep.

Sunday was another day of adventures. Efforts to get tickets to the soccer match on Saturday failed but I still wanted and Jay wanted me to see the stadium. We took the bus to the stadium, which is an 85,000 seat massive stadium. It was cool because we walked around it and saw workers bringing in new sawd rolls of turf for the stadium. In the afternoon we went to play soccer with a guy we met at a bar after the partivo who said he and a friend played in a park every Sunday. So we showed up and played around. While we were playing a short-sided game a local guy came up to play with us. Although we were glad that this guy showed up to even the teams up we soon realized that something was a bit off about this guy. We spent two minutes explaining the teams to him and there after he took a shot at the goal no matter how far he was away or who was in the direct path towards the goal. He played no defense and yelled at his two teammates who luckily were not me whenever he felt they were doing something wrong. At one point he put on his jacket and hat he had earlier taken off and was standing in the corner of our made field and was screaming for the ball. We all felt like he was going to collect it and run. He was passed the ball and continued to play. Bazaar to say the least. After he was done playing he came over to each of us and shook out hands and said good game, he offered me a cigarette and left. When we were done playing we said bye to the guys we were playing with and went back to the apartment. We had a low key night with one of Jay’s roommates cooked us up some hamburgers. We watched some soccer on TV but that was basically it because we had to wake up and get me to the Metro to catch my bus out of Milan to get on the plain to go to Glasgow (Prestwich) to catch a bus into Glasgow, to get a bus to Aberdeen, to get picked up by Ian (my host dad) at the bus station to get back home. Was a good, tiring, experience filled and well worth trip.

Week Two

I left off last in the middle of Thursday if you recall. Thursday night’s activity is the Edge (high school aged youth group). The topic was a question “Does worship only happened in certain places?” We decided that it would be cool to do something that young people would not usually think of doing in a church sanctuary. The west church a few weeks earlier had just got a nice new projector and screen installed. We decided to play the Nintendo Wii in the sanctuary on the projector. It was brilliant. We ended up playing an Olympics game essentially the whole night except for a little bit of singing in room where not many people would think of singing in. It was quite a lot of fun.

Fridays are usually a mellow day. Nothing too urgent to plan for so we usually discuss a book that we have been reading. We are just getting done with a book by Rob Bell called Velvet Elvis. A very good book. We do that over a time called Friday Coffees, which is always good fun, and see lots of people. It is from 10am to 12 noon. There are people who volunteer to serve coffee, tea or juice and have prepared little goodies to eat. There are a lot of stay at home moms in Banchory who come and bring their little children so it is always nice chatting with them and seeing the little guys and gals. After that I don’t do much but got home and occupy myself until 4pm when Tony and myself go to the Secondary school’s game hall to play football (soccer) with the teachers. There are no proper goals because we play 5 on 5 and use a cone type thing that is called a “skittle.” A goal is scored by knocking the skittle down. I did not mention in the last email that I broke one of the janitor’s wrist. We both went up to win a header and he kind of just bounced off me and tried to brace himself from the fall by putting his had down when he landed. So this past Friday when I showed up the teachers were poking some fun at me and seemed like everyone that worked for the school all the sudden knew who I was. On Friday it snowed a good amount, which was fantastic for the next day.

One of my friends Peter Brodie and I woke up super early on Saturday to go skiing. The drive up was beautiful. Every tree had frosty white covering and the lakes were aqua blue because of the ice. We got up after being behind jokers who didn’t have a clue how to drive in the snow. At a standstill they figure that the faster they accelerate the better chance they have to get going so they absolutely punch it, putting their foot to the floor and kicking up an unreal amount of snow. If you have ever seen an artificial snow maker the spits out snow, that is what it looked like these jokers had under their tires. Once we got to the base of the mountain I saw things were different. There were no big four or six person lifts. The best they had was a two person T-bar. The snow was fine although there were instances that required taking off our skis to walk over bits of runs (usually at the top) with a 10-yard field of stone. The visibility was not the best other than those two runs where the sun broke through the cloud cover just enough to see the differences in the slope. Some people joke when they ski that it takes longer to get up than to go down, in this situation it was most certainly the case. All in all it was an experience and I was glad to go up but would never travel to Scotland to go skiing, that’s for sure.


In the previous email I wrote about how it was such a blessing to be able to rework my sleeping pattern and that it was so easy to wake in the morning. This wonderland that I was living in was derailed by the Super Bowl. As you could imagine having the Super Bowl at a convenient time for everyone in America to watch makes it so people in the UK get screwed. The coverage started at 11pm and ended at 3am. I had come home from our bible study that meets on Sunday evenings and was shattered. Was just ready to get into bed when Ian (my host dad) reminded me of the game and how we had a few brave souls coming over for the long hall. We came out with the caffeinated drinks and munchies to fuel our journey. I am not going to lie. I slept through most of the third quarter, but was alert for the rest. The frustrating part was that half the excitement about the Super Bowl when one doesn’t really care the victor is the commercials. They were nowhere to be seen or heard. During the times where there were meant to have commercials they had these three suits put their two cents in. A major let down to say the least.

Monday was a horrible morning to wake up. Once I eventually got up we planned a bit but didn’t have a whole lot to do. When evening rolled around I got picked up to go to a basketball game. Instead of going to the University aged bible study I decided to go to my basketball game. A decision I was ok with but soon changed. I got picked up and was driven to Aberdeen, 40minutes away. Got to the gym and saw our opponents. Very small guys and two girls. I later found out they were 16 year old boys and two girls. Don’t get me wrong, I think it is great for girls to get involved in sports but I don’t care to play against them especially at what is suppose to be a competitive level. I was jumping for our team, when the ball was in the air I jumped and the guy from the other team jumped and he reached maybe as high as my elbow. At that moment I asked myself what I got myself into. I am not the best athlete or the tallest person but I was faster, stronger, could jump higher and was about 6 inches taller than anyone else on the other team. Let me say also that they were not good basketball players. I continued to play thinking I could get something out of this experience but after getting two nice scratches courtesy of the girls on the opposing team and the score keeper jerking my chain around saying that I was not on the score sheet so I was disqualified from the match I ended up getting two technical fouls and was relieved to not have to play any longer. I have a game tonight (Firday), hopefully it will be a better all around experience.

I realize this update may be longer than the last so I will try to shorten the descriptions of the next days. Tuesday went well with the Rock. Lots of fun. Wednesday we went into a fifth grade class and let them ask questions about Christianity (were loads of good questions and was brilliant). Later in the evening we went to a thing called the Guild (a group of older women in the church) and told them about what we have been doing with different programs. Then on Thursday Sean (host brother) left for his trip to Fiji to coach soccer for five weeks, we had the school group at lunch 2020, was good and then the Edge in the evening which was great as well.

Week One since being back

The trip back to Banchory was a good one. I have not had a poor journey so far which I am grateful for. This trip was a bit different with the amount of vacant seats on both flights. It was nice because the SeaTac to Heathrow flight I had the isle to my left and an empty space to my right. Although the space factor was a new experience the regiment I have fallowed did not waver. The objective: watch as many films as possible. To complete it means no sleep and no sleep it was. Once I got back to “The Neuk” (the house’s name in Banchory) it was 6pm and crashed shortly there after. Jet lag is always an issue but I consider myself a seasoned jet lag over comer. It is nice to be able to reconstruct ones sleeping patterns so drastically. I wake without trouble at 8am or earlier and get to bed by 11pm. A drastic change from the norm I will assure you.

I got back on Wednesday and went to the Edge Thursday night, which was great to see those young people and just get right back into the swing of things. On Fridays we go to Friday Coffees in the morning, which is always great and again good to see people I have not seen in 6 weeks. Later that day I was invited to go to Caitlin’s house for Burns Supper. I was not aware of the significance of this night and celebration until I arrived. Turns out Robbie Burns is a famous Scottish poet who some say invented hagis or at least made it popular. Scots celebrate him on his birthday, the 25th of January. The night was filled with interesting food (the hagis) and loads of Burns poetry. It was with out a doubt a real life Scottish experience. The next day I realized I had been volunteered to do the children’s address at church on Sunday and also leading the bible study also on Sunday so it was a day of preparation. After spending the middle part of the day in my bible and brainstorming Calum (my host brother who is in Edinburgh University) and Meg (his wife, also at Edinburgh University) showed up and we had our own Burns nigh celebration. So back-to-back days of hagis! To be honest I wouldn’t wish it upon anyone. For those of you of Scandinavian decent I will dare to compare hagis to lutefisk. Being that it makes no common sense to consume such food in these modern times, the taste is one the be acquired (which I will not spend the time to do so), and commonly there are people who are presented with the chance to try a taste and have not. After dinner we went to a friends house and had an actual meal to be consumed. We then played a came called Articulate for a couple of hours and then had to finish planning the children’s talk. The great things about getting into a better sleeping routine is that when before there was no time to do things in the morning, now this is. I therefore finished up what I was to say in the morning before church and then went to church. After church I had a choice to make. To go into town with Sean, his girlfriend and Calum to bowl or to stay and plan the bible study for later than night knowing that we were all to go out for a meal at 5pm and would not get back until just before bible study. I decided to bowl. It turned out to be ok bout would have been a wiser choice to stay and prepare although the bible study turned out well. The next few days were early risers with school assemblies 8:45am and planning after that. Monday evening we had a university aged bible study, which was good to get some good conversation and discussion from a little bit older people. That was good and on Tuesday night we had Rock, which was out of control (in a good way) with 45 people. Wednesday was good and that night was the first time back on the basketball court since being back in Banchory. It was good seeing all those guys and getting in a good run. I realized however that I although tried to get in shape while I was home did not. Even though my sleep patterns had changed it was still difficult to get out of bed on Thursday morning on account of the sore body.

It has been really good getting back into things over here and it really doesn’t feel as if I were gone for so long. I apologize for the length although this was just a week. I will work on my selectivity of details in the future.

The forecast predicts heavy snowfall so it might be me hitting the hills of Scotland to go skiing. Oh and I have planned a trip to Milan, Italy on February 15th to visit Jay Free. I am very much looking forward to that.

Italy

My journey to Italy began with a drive from Banchory into Aberdeen to catch a Mega-Bus that would take me to Glasgow. The Mega-Buses were rumored to be about the worst experience one could have but I was surprised with the ease and comfort of the trip. When I got into Glasgow my friend Stuart Glegg met me once I was off the bus. We walked to his flat (apartment). Stu had offered me a ride to the airport in the morning because he had a car to give me a lift in. Neither he nor I knew that the airport was about a 45-minute car drive away from actual Glasgow. To make things worse for Stu, my flight was departing at 7:10 am. I told him he didn’t need to give me a ride but he insisted so we woke up at 5am and made our way to Glasgow-Prestwick Airport.
Once the plane landed I knew I was in another world. I have been away from America for a good amount of time now but I have only been in English speaking places. I immediately noticed I was somewhere foreign and could not read a thing. In my head I kept replaying what my friend Peter Chalmers had told me about what to do to get from Pisa, where I was, into Florence, where he was and I was to meet him. I managed to get a train ticket and got on. I was quite nervous being on a train in Italy and not really knowing what to expect. I had to get off the first train and get on another at Pisa Central to go to Florence. I saw some people who looked “American” and listened in on their conversation to make sure they did indeed speak the English. They did and I found out they were going the same place. We became friends real quick. We found the second train and before I knew it I was in Florence. I stepped out of the train and was met by Pete and two nice Florentine cakes. We made our way to his flat to drop my stuff off and we were on our way to exploring Florence.
That day Pete took me all over the place. He was on a mission to take me to see every inch of Florence. Florence is not the largest city but defiantly no Banchory either. We hiked up to a beautiful look out point to see all of Florence and to take pictures. That first day it seemed like we saw every street, every building and even managed to go in a few churches as well. That night we eat at Pete’s and went out to a Piano Duet recital. It was brilliant. There were two women playing in this little church with a packed house. It was some atmosphere. I felt very cultured and sophisticated but Pete and myself were both humbled when we attempted to follow along with the order of the pieces being played. It turned out that they played the entirety of the pieces rather than just one of the movements, I mean who would have know. It was great cause we heard a lot more than we had expected. The older lady sitting next to Pete was quite tuckered and dozed off onto Pete’s shoulder a few times so that was the comical aspect of the night. We turned in after a fantastic first day of Florence.
We woke up the next day and went to the largest if not also most famous art galleries that Florence has to offer, The Uffizi. It was so cool because the reason Pete is in Florence is to go to galleries and be inspired and then to paint and create art of his own. He earned a scholarship that has paid for his flat, food, art supplies and has also given him a pass to not only get into galleries for free but to skip the lines. I had to pay but was able to skip the lines with Pete and while inside Pete was my personal guide. We did not have heaps of time to spend in the Uffizi because we were meeting his parents and sister in the early afternoon but Pete guided me to pieces that he particularly enjoyed and showed me the ones that everyone goes to see. Even though we did not spend time at each individual painting I felt like I saw it all, couldn’t necessarily take it all in but saw some amazing pieces of art and really enjoyed myself and Pete’s company.
Later that day after Pete’s parents and sister got settled into their hotel we journeyed around Florence a bit more. We visited two different beautiful churches that just took my breath away. The sheer size of the sanctuaries themselves were something to be talked about but how they were decorated in such extravagant ways was just over the top impressive. There were so many things in Florence that were due to the craftsmanship of the one and only Michelangelo, but there were so many other artists that were nearly as impressive to my untrained eye. After the churches we went to see the David. We had seen the David but hadn’t seen The David. Outside the Palazzo Vecchio in Florence there is a replica of The David where The David was standing till 1873 but to see the actual David we had to go to the Accademia Gallery. I hadn’t realized how amazing The David was until I saw it in Accademia Gallery. It was the first time I stood at the foot of David. I was getting ready to describe how I felt and what I saw but felt like I should restrain myself due to the lack of sculptural knowledge, which would cause me to end up sounding like a fool, which is fine but will be left for later. Basically it was BRILLIANT!
An excellent thing about Pete’s parents and sister being there other than either amazing company was I had just about everything paid for. It was such a blessing. After seeing The David we went out for dinner and before I knew it I was asleep at Pete’s flat.
This trip to Florence was supposed to be a shared time. I was planning on visiting with Pete for a few days and then hanging out with my friend from home, Nick Gross. I thought that Nick was spending the semester in Florence and it was just going to be perfect. However I found out two weeks before flying out that Nick actually was in Rome. After hearing that I still wanted to see him and hang out with him so decided I would take a train down to Rome and then back up to fly out of Pisa because I had already purchased the tickets.
The train to Rome was a long one but a good one. I had plenty to do and lots of Italian countryside to look at. I arrived at the Rome Termini Station and expected to see Nick…He was nowhere to be scene. I started looking for him, 30 minutes passed. I continued to look for him; an hour went by, still no Nick. The whole time all I could do was laugh at this ridiculous situation I had gotten myself in. I was alone in the middle of Rome at a train station. See the major problem here was that Nick had lost his cell phone. There was no real way to communicate with him. The only way I had communicated with him at all for the little planning this trip to see him was through Facebook. I decided to take a stab in the dark and texted my friend in Scotland, Craig for him to go on Facebook and see if Nick had tried to contact me. He had! Craig texted me back saying that he was looking for me but couldn’t find me so he went to and Internet café. I told Craig to tell him I was below the McDonalds sign in the middle of the station. Yeah, good old McDonalds coming through when it really counts. Nick had given me his roommates cell phone number so I called it but he had no idea where Nick was but told me he would try to find out and for me to call him in ten minutes. Ten minutes passed and I called him back. No answer. His phone had fan out of batteries but right before it shut off Craig had called him. Craig texted me saying that Nick’s friend was coming to look for me and he was in a pink shirt and that he would Facebook Nick to tell him to go home. Right when I get the text I saw a guy in a pink shirt and knew it had to be Nick’s roommate. It was and we made it back to their apartment.
The first meal I had in Rome was McDonalds. A super good way to experience Rome, I know right. We didn’t really do that much that night other than go to an Irish pub that showed all American sports. This pub was one of the weirdest I’ve ever been to. The price for a 30-ounce beer was 3 Euros and the price for a 20-ounce Diet Coke was 4 Euros. Although I have never been to a bar in the states I have been in my fair share of pubs in Scotland and have only ever ordered Diet Cokes and every single time I have ordered a Diet Coke it has been a bit over priced but has been about a third of the price of anything alcoholic. But I guess when in Rome…I know it’s quite funny being in Rome and going to an Irish pub to watch American sports, but that’s what we did. We watched a lot of football and went home to sleep.
We woke up the next morning and went to the Vatican. It was pretty sweet other than the massive lines and people cutting those massive lines to make even massiver lines <(I do realize massiver is not a real word and Word helps me out with the little red squiggly underneath it but I feel it does justice here). Again there was laughter. We had to go to Nick’s “school” because they were taking a course photo. I got in it, which was pretty cool. We went and had lunch and I had a nice Roman pizza. Very good. But Nick had to get to class so I was left to wonder Rome with my tourists map to see the sights. The map wasn’t the most helpful and Rome is quite large but I ended up seeing some pretty cool things. I saw the Pantheon and Fontana di Tervi. Both very cool and very worth while. I took my time getting there and back and then it was nighttime. It was Nick’s roommates birthday so we went out to dinner with him and some other people in Nick’s school. It as a fine meal and after we went back the apartment and went to sleep.
Nick had classes the whole day basically the next day so I woke up and made my way to the Coliseum. Again I waited in a massive line and again people blatantly cut the line, and again I laughed. The wait and the fee were well worth the extraordinary spectacle that was the Coliseum. I felt very touristy taking a billion pictures and even pulled the most famous loner tourist move by turning my camera around to face me with my arm extended and took photos of myself with the Coliseum as the backdrop. I felt very cool…
I left the Coliseum a satisfied man and made my way back to Nick’s school to meet him before his next class. We hung out for a bit but Nick had to get to class I was again left to explore Rome solo. I made the long walks from Nick’s school to Castle Saint Angelo. I got there and looked in my wallet and decided it was cool enough on the outside and that I didn’t need to spend money to see the inside. So I hung out there by the river for a while and headed back towards Nick. I got back to his school and said goodbye and was on my way back to Pisa.
I got to the Rome station and found my train. This train was way different form any of the other trains I had been on. There was assigned seats. I was so lost and just confused but found an English-speaking woman who directed me to where I needed to be. The train was a clear shot from Rome Termini to Pisa Central, but there was a question as to how I would get from Pisa Central to Pisa Airport. There was a family from Brazil who was doing the same thing as I so we tried to find out together. In route to find the transport to the airport I found out that they were going to Scotland as well and were even going to Aberdeen. It was really cool to have some people to chat to while waiting. It turned out that there was a bus that took us to the airport so that was great. We got to the airport around one in the morning and I was so ready to lay down on the airport floor and sleep till six in order to take up and get on my flight. My plan was shattered when we approached the front doors of the airport and they didn’t open. There were about 10 of us who had gotten off the bus and we all looked at each other. In disbelief we walked to the side door to see if it would open, I mean there might have just been something wrong with the front door. We get to the side door and I don’t even try it. I see when I rounded the corner about 20 people sitting on benches and the ground. I began to laugh. This time my laugh was softer; it didn’t have the force it had the previous three times. I was tired and I was discouraged. I took a seat and began to read. Oh, I hadn’t mentioned up until this point that the weather in Scotland during my week away in Italy was nicer than Italy. The funny thing is that I packed like I was going to be in 75-degree weather. I had one sweatshirt in my bad and I was in shorts at the time. And needless to say it was cold in Pisa at one, two, three and four in the morning. I was met with met with a great deal better surroundings when it struck 4:01am when the Pisa Airport officially opened for service and I was able to walk inside with my 30 new friends and take a seat in a heated building.
Around six in the morning I saw Pete’s parents and sister who just happened to be on the same flight as I was so I told them about my adventures and we were soon on the plane to Scotland. I was so ready to be back in Scotland. I had had enough of Italy, for now at least.

September 11th till October 14th

I realize it has been quite some time since I have had an update from Scotland. I apologize. Well not that is out of the way I will attempt to wrap my past month into a nice little email sharing what’s been going on in my life.
I got back to Scotland on September 11th. It was quite weird flying on September 11th and really didn’t realize until I was in the air what was going on. So I got back to Banchory and started to get into the swing of things with my job. As a reminder of what I am doing in Scotland, I am a youth worker for the Church of Scotland and more specifically two churches in Banchory. I work with a girl named Caitlin and Reverend Tony Stephens. We call him Tony. As a team we plan the Rock (middle school age youth group, about 40 kids show up each week) and the Edge (high school age youth group, about 15 kids show up each week) and a bible study on Sundays for Edge kids. We also get opportunities to work in the schools and be part of different Christian school groups. The one that Caitlin and myself are involved in is a group called 2020.
2020 meets every Thursday during lunchtime at the secondary school called Banchory Academy (equivalent to a 6th to 12th grade school). This group is cool for many reasons but some are because Caitlin and myself do not have to plan anything for it. It is also good because there is about half of the group that either go to the Edge or the Rock so we already know them and is awesome because we get to know the other half. There are on average 20 kids who go to 2020 each week. This is an improvement in numbers from in the past so the teachers who lead it are encouraged by the growth.
We just had a weekend away with kids and teachers from 2020 and it was brilliant. It was such a great time to hang out with the kids, get to know them a bit better, worship God and learn about Jesus, goof around and do awesome activities the camp offered such as; ropes course, archery and screaming fast zip-line. We also had free time for the kids to choose what they wanted to do and I was the “adult leader” in charge of the gym area, which was so cool. We took out some basketballs and shot around and messed about and I had a good time challenging the kids to try to steal the ball from me by which they were amazed (only cause they had never really seen anyone play basketball before, but it was cool). I spent the two and a half hour ride there in a mini bus full of 14-year-old girls singing songs at the top of their lungs. The ride back was quite different although the same girls were present. They were a bit worn out and ready for home and were very curious about how I pronounced different words and letters. The big hits were the letters h and z, they pronounce the letter h as haych and the letter z as zed. Weirdoes!
The first weekend I was back Scotland was playing France in football (soccer) and its not on regular TV and I wanted to watch it so a bunch of us went to one of the local pub called the Burnett. They had a big screen with a projector showing the game. It was good. By the time the game started the pub was full with people. If you’re talking about a real Scottish atmosphere your talking about what I was sitting in the middle of. Some of you might know that Scotland went up 1 to 0 and when that goal was scored the place went crazy. It was the most excitement I have seen anywhere. From then on every single thing Scotland did was cheered. The defense cleared the ball, the goalie collected a shot, and each pass received was cheered.
The next weeks were great planning the Rock and the Edge and Bible study. We were getting into a great rhythm and I was getting acquainted with what “normal” weeks looked like. Just about the time that happened my boss Tony took his allowed two week leave, leaving Caitlin and myself to do everything by our selves…well it wasn’t exactly but at times it felt like it. Tony and his wife, Fiona were expecting their second child so Tony took time off to be with their daughter of four, Erin and wife. It was great though because we didn’t have anyone to fall back on when we didn’t get something planned and couldn’t ask Tony to make things better if we messed up. While Tony was gone things may have taken a bit longer to plan or get prepared for but everything went well and was quite good for us to get everything out on the table and realize that we could do all the things we were being asked to do.
On Friday the 11th of October Christine (my host mom), Sean (my host brother, 17 year old one), Craig (friend from Banchory and driver) and I drove down to Edinburgh to do a variety of things. First we met Calum and Meg (my host brother (22 years old or something) and his wife (who is actually from Seattle)) at their flat (apartment) to hang out there for a bit. We also met up with Kate (my host sister (middle child)) and her, Christine, Sean and myself went to dinner. After the nice dinner we went back to Calum and Meg’s flat. Once we were all there we walked to the venue of our friend Steve’s band’s CD release party/concert. The concert was brilliant although not necessarily my favorite genre of music. That pretty much rounded out our Friday night.
Saturday was an early wake up call to eat some breakfast and drive to a field to play for Calum’s IM football (soccer) match. It was pretty boring for me during the first half being that I didn’t get in and even at the start of the second half I was a bit eritated to not get in. I think they had seen me warming up and realized my level of ability. Finally five minutes into the second half I was subbed in. Forward was the position I was told to play. There had been three passes my way and one where I had to fun hard to track down. I was getting into the game. Loosening my legs up and starting to breath hard and feel good. Some how our goalie got injured and couldn’t play on so Calum knowing I play a bit in goals yelled for me to put the gloves on and stand between the posts. I was semi-relieved to be in a position I knew so I put the gloves on and started to play. The other team was yelling, “Lets test him!” “Lets see what he’s got.” After being tested three times with shots on goal and me showing off my drop kick the other team’s tone towards me changed. I was asked to just let one go in and to not try so hard. With my response to all being a big smile. It was brilliant. The game ended and the score was 4-0, us. We shook hands with the opposition and thanked them for playing. My team basically jumped on me and told me how well I had played. It was really funny for me to think about how I had gone from being a bum on the team and the only one who didn’t get in the first half to being celebrated as a good player, and was asked to play in more of their games. The goalie on our team who got hurt was telling me that he thought he was out of a job. After assuring him that I wouldn’t be making the two-hour commute to play an IM football game every Saturday I gave him his gloves back and told him he still had his job.
Although that morning was heaps of fun the second half was about a billion times better. After getting washed up and got a bite to eat we made the journey from Edinburgh to Glasgow where the Scotland, Ukraine football match was being held. In the car were Ian (my host dad), Calum, Meg, Kate, Sean (all of who you should be familiar with by now) and myself. We got near the Stadium and parked. We got out of the van and saw seas of blue and white. I was pumped. What an atmosphere it was even just outside walking to the stadium. There were people with Scotland strips (jerseys), kilts and Scotland flags or scarves, singing and chanting already. We got in and sat down. That would prove to be the last time we would be doing that for the rest of the game. The electricity of the cheering/singing/chanting fans was incredible. I loved seeing how passionate this group of people was about everything Scottish. The national anthem was not sung it was shouted from within each and every one of those fans. The match started and like I said no one sat down and for that matter there was rarely silence. It was just nothing that I had experienced…ever. Scotland went up 1-0 early and we were shocked, amazed and ecstatic. The place went crazy. Everyone was jumping and cheering and going nuts. Shortly after that we scored a second goal. Again no one could have fathomed going up 2-0. Ukraine scored and that rare silence I was typing about was right after they had scored. The two Scotland goals were right in front of us because we were on that side of the field but the Ukraine goal was way at the other side and just eerie that they scored. We though it surely had to be off sides or something. There was no way Ukraine could score, but they did. They put it on the board. That was the first half. A brilliant display for the most part of what football should look like. The second half was fairly uneventful but was quite nerve racking because we were only up by one goal. That problem was solved when James McFadden, the same James McFadden who scored the only goal against France, scored Scotland’s third and final goal. The match ended and it was amazing.
We drove back to Edinburgh and had a great meal because it was Kate’s birthday the next day. It was a fantastic meal and a great time to just chat, eat and drink. We woke up the next morning (Sunday) and went to a church we had heard. It was a good service but started with the Preacher not using a microphone, so I thought he thought his voice was loud enough to full the sanctuary but later realized that the microphone was just out of batteries and got some new ones. It was amusing. We left the service when it ended and started home. One the way home we stopped at Rosslyn Chapel. Rosslyn Chapel is a 15th century absolutely beautiful church. Its recent claim to fame is being included in the book The De Vinci Code. Supposedly there was a big boom in visitation after the book came out. Funny what people are drawn to. We poked around there for a bit and continued on our journey home to Banchory.
That was the beginning to my two-week holiday (vacation). It was such a great start. Also on my holiday I went to Italy, specifically Florence and Rome. I will leave that story for another email being this one is absolutely massive.

Pictures from Week Oneish

First week in Scotland

It has been a very busy few days which have turned into a very busy first week in the
UK.

The first bit of excitement was when I was in airport in London. This was when I had to clear costumes as an outsider. For starters all the people I knew were all from the UK so they could stand in the European passport line where I had to stand in the line marked “others.” The line marked “others” as you may have guessed was not quite as long but shockingly enough it was moving significantly slower. So as my friends had all passed me in line and gone through without a bat of an eye I made my way to the front of the line. The man behind the counter told me to step forward and the first words he spoke after that was “used to snort crack and play tennis,” I immediately was flustered and though I was about to be deported back to the USA so I said very nervously, “no, no sir.” He went on the say, “well he use to.” I replied, “no, not at all.” At that point I remembered I was wearing a shirt with John McEnroe on the front. I then said, “yeah, yeah he probably did.” We then transitioned into a conversation I had anticipated and I was free to go onto Scotland. So the trip started off with a bang.

When I got to Banchory the first few days I spent with the Brodies. I know Pete from the mission trips that I have been on with UPC and the youth group from Banchory. This is because the family I am saying with now (Mechies) were still on holiday or what we would call vacation. I had loads of fun with Pete, we played football or what we call soccer each of the first two days. The first day we couldn’t get enough numbers to play on the Astroturf field they have so we played around in the park. The next day we had enough to go 6 v 6 and that was great fun. The funny/ stupid thing about it is that if someone wants to play on the Astroturf there is a fee. It is £20, which is equal to $40. Its crazy because there is a fee for everything dealing with sports. To play tennis it cost money and they have these trampolines that are meant for 10 year olds and under but those also cost money and then of course there is a fee for the Astroturf. On the second full day or third actual day I moved into the Mechie’s house. I have still not moved into the room in which I will be living in for the duration of the year but it is good to be in the house that I will soon call a second home.

That next morning we took off the Nairn, which is about two hours north of Banchory. The reason for the trip was because my friend Kyle Scott was getting married. We arrived in Nairn and went to Peter Chalmers’ grandmas house to get changed. (Pete stayed at my house in Seattle when we hosted the team from Banchory in 2004.) We all got changed there and went to the church. I was so delighted because I was able to borrow a kilt and all the other fixings so looked like an actual Scotsman. The wedding was different from any other wedding I’ve been too because it was a traditional Scottish wedding. After the actual wedding I went with some people to get a bite to eat and kill time because the dance part of the wedding was not till later. We returned to Nairn and were ready to dance. I love the traditional Scottish dancing. I know what its called but I would butcher the spelling. It was loads of fun and quite a workout. It was also really good to see Kyle. We were actually able to talk for a good ten minutes and catch up so that was good. Before I knew it the night was over and the band stopped playing and that was time for me to leave. Because it was a two hour drive we had planned on staying the night. Some people got hotel rooms but a few of us decided to sleep in the Mechie’s trailer tent. It had plenty of room and was great once we got the campsite and fell asleep. We woke up and went to Peter Chalmers’ grandmothers house again the next morning and had some brunch and saw heaps of people from the night before. After we were done there we made the journey back to Banchory. We got home and I had myself a little nap and then we went to Aberdeen to watch Transformers (not the good by the way). So today I was still a bit tired so I slept in till 12, woke up had a bite to eat and mowed the Mechie’s lawn. This was quite a bit different that cutting the lawn at home. They had an electric mower without wheels that was plugged into an outlet inside. So weird. But got that done we had another game on the Astroturf but this time the gate was left unlocked so we did not pay.

Today I woke up again at 12 and had some food and realized it was a beautiful Scottish day so a bunch of us took a 20-minute drive to a bridge to jump off and swim in the river below. I was really excited because I had jumped off a bridge when I was in Scotland before but when we got to the bridge I realized that this one was quite a bit taller. It was about 35 feet from bridge to water which doesn’t sound like much but its pretty high up there. So Pete the guy who I stayed with the first few days went off first because there is a certain place one must land or the jump could be fatal. So Pete went first and once he was out of the way I fallowed. I knew if I stood up on the ledge looking down I might chicken out so I got up and walked right off. It was very high up and the water was very cold but was a magnificent experience all together. That was the excitement for the day. When we got back home Sean (my host brother) and I played Golden Eye for Nintendo 64. it was a well rounded awesome day.