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Ever since I was a child, I’ve been obsessed with the United Kingdom. Growing up hearing stories about Scotland from my parents, I was eager to embrace the culture of royalty, Jane Austen and “The Great British Baking Show.” I drank tea, watched the BBC, listened to radio theater (“Cabin
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Like many cities in Europe, Edinburgh is an incredible mashup of old and new — in a magical way. There are McDonald’s restaurants next to decades-old pubs and Starbucks locations beside real-life castles.
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From that day, my mom knew she wanted to go to Scotland. It wasn’t until her mid-twenties that the opportunity presented itself in the form of a short trip with a good friend from church.
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The Bay Area is so uniquely special that it can feel like there’s no place like it, but if we travel, we might realize that’s not quite true.
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The drizzle is light, and it stops as I hurry down the steps to the classroom. No heavy downpour tonight. Scotland’s being good to me. As usual.
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The Edinburgh Festival Fringe runs for the whole month of August, and it is a wonderful way to get to know the ins and outs and the subtleties of British sarcasm.
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The characters’ heroin use is driven by a desire for escapism; Boyle was very direct about his belief that the drug is a coping mechanism for these men.
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The most nervous I can remember being in a long time was staring between the clock and the door from my seat on the bus, just minutes before it was due to leave for Scotland. There wasn’t a lot of help available for my friends and travel buddies this late
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Last Thursday, the people of Scotland decided to reject secession from the United Kingdom by a margin of 55 percent to 45 percent.
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It’s pouring rain. I’m dressed in green army-themed “fancy dress” (that’s British for costume, go figure) and military face paint is streaking down my face. I’m trudging up a hill through muddy puddles that my California-girl sandals are clearly not designed for. I have three companions. One is wearing a
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