Queens, Wizards and Cobbled Alleys
April 13, 2018 • Edinburgh, My First Time, Scotland, Travel
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single woman with a lack of understanding of her true self, must be in want of an adventure. My adventure led me abroad for the first time, visiting the cities of Edinburgh, Paris, and London. I trekked across the pond with a friend and we began our journey in Edinburgh. The feelings I experienced there were nothing short of magic.
As soon as you step on its cobbled streets, you are transported into the pages of a fantastical novel set among medieval architecture and history. It doesn't come as a shock, to know that the Boy Who Lived was brought to life here. Like J.K Rowling, writers like Arthur Conan Doyle, Robert Louis Stevenson, and Dame Muriel Spark have been inspired by this city - a writer's paradise.
"Piled deep and massy, close and high / Mine own romantic town." – Sir Walter Scott
"This profusion of eccentricities, this dream in masonry and living rock is not a drop scene in a theatre, but a city in the world of reality." – Robert Louis Stevenson
Arriving on December 26th, brought some cold weather. We didn't get to experience snowfall, but frosty white grounds would have you believe we did. My hands were constantly freezing replacing a pair of gloves with a camera. I've become interested in the hobby of photography more so after this trip. Making that focused connection between my eyes and the details of the sights that stand out to me, is much like writing. It's a form of expression and telling of its own story. The photos take me back to the scent of wet pavement and the awakening feeling of coming out of a warm building to the crisp air outside. I didn't waste time posting these photos and being distracted by social media. We live in a generation of black mirrors and "pic or it didn't happen," and ignoring this for my trip was the biggest favor I did for myself. If you're traveling, leave the social media behind and enjoy every second there for you because it's over all too soon.
On our first full day in Edinburgh, we grabbed brunch at a Frankenstein themed restaurant and pub. This find was purely by chance as our first plan was to visit The Elephant House, also known as the birthplace of Harry Potter but it was closed. The pub became a happy coincidence because we loved the food and drinks so much. The ambiance was great too and we came back for dinner the next day.
After brunch, we walked to Greyfriars Kirkyard, a cemetery just around the corner from the Frankenstein pub. We walked the entire exterior before finding its entrance and on the route found Victoria Street. Said to have inspired Diagon Alley, it's made up of a handful of small shops each painted its own different bright color.
At Greyfriars Kirkyard, we walked on muddy pastures looking at centuries-old graves of departed loved one, soldiers, poets, chemists, etc. The gravestones are embellished with sculptured details, some light and beautiful with angels others more eerie with skulls. I wrote down a Latin phrase from one of the tombstones in my journal to later lookup and translate:
NON OMNIS MORIAR
I SHALL NOT WHOLLY DIE or NOT ALL OF ME WILL DIE
I knew of one famous tombstone there, the source of Lord Voldemort’s name. And although the above Latin phrase wasn’t apart of Thomas Riddle’s tomb, it sort of alludes to the purpose of Horcruxes. Which, makes one wonder if this phrase sparked one of the most vital elements in Harry Potter.
At the hotel room, I searched the history of Greyfriars Kirkyard and read about one of the more popular ghosts that haunt the grounds there, George Mackenzie. Following the King’s orders, Mackenzie persecuted the Covenanters, a group of Scottish Presbyterians who refused to conform to the established church. They were imprisoned and tortured in a section of Greyfriars Kirkyard, giving Mackenzie the nickname “Bloody Mackenzie.” There have been stories of supernatural occurrences at his mausoleum: people fainting or finding scratches and bruises on their bodies later. In one more horrifying occurrence, a homeless man looking for shelter went into the mausoleum. The floor collapsed finding him in a pit filled with remains of plague victims. Today, the mausoleum is sealed with a lock and chain.
The following day, we were finally able to visit The Elephant House I ordered a delicious Scottish breakfast, trying my first Scottish dish - haggis. I can’t say I’m a fan, but the rest of my breakfast was delicious. Like many other writers and Harry Potter fans that find themselves in this cafe, I took some time to write. It’s a very homely cafe with different shapes and styles of wooden chairs and tables. Elephant framed photos, Harry Potter fanart, and J.K Rowling newspaper clippings hang on the faded peach-hued walls. The windows fog from the chill of the evening and the steam of hot coffee and tea. The cafe feels timeless as if nothing has changed from the moment J.K. Rowling sat there and wrote the introductory sentences of Harry Potter.
I've always had a strange obsession with castles. Needless to say, being able to walk through one was one of my favorite experiences. We chose to visit Linlithgow Palace, known for being the birthplace of Mary Queen of Scots. And as a fan of the show Reign, I was geeking out quite a bit. The show may be a loose adaptation, but she has always been an intriguing historical figure to me. Linlithgow Palace is beautiful. It is a ruined castle that sits on a hill overlooking a lake. Walking through the Palace gave me goosebumps, inspiring and haunting. I conjured ghost thinking about the people who would have walked those halls, from servants to royals and the Queen who would one day be executed.
The following day, found us at a fortress that stands proudly in the middle of the city that shares its name. Edinburgh Castle also housed Mary Queen of Scots and is the birthplace of her son, James VI, the King who would unite Scotland and England.
Visting in December, meant we had the opportunity to experience an Edinburgh Christmas festival. It was as cute as you could imagine, a mix of a carnival and marketplace. And on our last night there, we found ourselves sipping hot cocoa, under fairy lights, listening to live acoustic music.
I was so happy in that moment. My mind was so overwhelmed, still not believing I was there. So much beauty, inspiration, history, and wonder in one Scottish city. It makes me sad not having time to see more of Scotland but I will always be so grateful to have had the opportunity to visit at all.
Have you ever been to a place that enchanted you completely? Please, share in the comments and link me to your own travel posts. I'd love to read them!
Cheers!
New Beginnings
January 25, 2018 • New Year
A long overdue happy new year! I spent the end of last year and the start of the new year abroad, a dream lived which, has left me in a refreshing new state of mind.
If you read any of my posts from last year, you could sense some dissatisfaction with myself and the way my life was going. Graduating college and leaving San Francisco was a bump in the road I couldn't recover from. I was so happy with myself then, knowing what I wanted and pushing myself to get it. I was inspired and wrote a lot. All the puzzle pieces that make me up had fit perfectly together. But then I left and had to deal with "the real world." I lost some of those puzzle pieces and sank deeper and deeper into this hole of worthlessness. And yet, I didn't do anything to help myself get out.
I lived each day as a mindless robot doing the same thing every day. With this mundane agenda, it was hard to find inspiration in anything. It was such an abrupt change from my old self, I started to believe she never existed. How could this person who didn't finish a book all year or write more than a couple of paragraphs here and there be that same girl?
In a nutshell, 2017 was my year of existential crisis.
A couple of days ago, I heard the song "She Used To Be Mine," from the musical Waitress. I've been wanting to listen to the entirety of the musical for a while now. So, the irony is not lost on me, that this song decided to fall into my lap now.
She's imperfect, but she tries
She is good, but she lies
She is hard on herself
She is broken and won't ask for help
She is messy, but she's kind
She is lonely most of the time
She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie
She is gone, but she used to be mine
...
For a chance to start over and rewrite an ending or two
For the girl that I knew
Who'll be reckless, just enough
Who'll get hurt, but who learns how to toughen up
...
For a chance to start over and rewrite an ending or two
For the girl that I knew
Who'll be reckless, just enough
Who'll get hurt, but who learns how to toughen up
It is therapeutic writing this post with those lyrics in the background. This song that echoes my feelings almost to a tee.
I'm not cured and I continue to lose sleep in anxiety over thoughts stemmed from my insecurities and doubt. That refreshing new state of mind I mentioned earlier is to say that I've accepted it. I've accepted where I am in life and realized I won't be here forever. That is, I won't be here forever if I fix the relationship with myself. Bridging the lost soul of today with the phantom of my past.
Learning to love me is my goal for 2018. After a year of realization and finally acceptance, I want 2018 to be the year of growth and moving forward.
And here are the more specific goals which will contribute to finding that self-love:
And here are the more specific goals which will contribute to finding that self-love:
- Write more. It is a dream of mine to write a novel but I think before that, I need to finish a collection of short stories that evoke the themes and questions so important to me, to really explore them, make them tangible, to tell a story that matters.
- Read more. What better way to grow as a writer than reading more inspirational work?
- Save some cash. I bought a car last year and traveled to Europe which I would do again and again. That said, I got set back, on the whole, moving out thing so I'm back at it again this year.
- Improve health. The fact is my self-love is greatly hindered by how I see myself physically and I can't get past it. So, I want to get fit not only to feel better about my image but to live a healthier life.
- Travel. I traveled to Scotland, France, and England a few weeks ago and now I can't help but want to see more and more.
Some seemingly simple goals. All we can do is put one foot in front of the other and take it day by day. Cheers to new beginnings! 2018, be great to us all!
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