Arthur's Seat is an inactive volcano that sits just beyond the University of Edinburgh where we are staying. According to legend, it is the site where King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table met to plan battles. It is where the round table remained and where they convened before and after fighting. To see it in person is magnificent. On this particular day we not only got to see Arthur's Seat up close, we basically walked all the way around it.
Today was the Fringe Festival Parade where each show gets to have a spot, and the spectators can get a glimpse into what they can see if they come to the shows. I spent the day with the technical crew and the handful of actors not in the parade. We walked from the beginning of the route to the end and got the opportunity to watch the parade from there. As we were walking I was just struck by the awesome beauty of God's creation. My breath was literally taken from me as I took in the scene in front of me. I wish my pictures did it justice, but they pale in comparison. I think this has been my favorite day so far on the trip.
After the parade we sat at Parliament waiting for the actors to join us, but they never came. It was actually nice to see and listen and just sit and absorb the Scottish culture. Eventually, we figured they must have missed us and went back to the University so my group made the trek back up the side of Arthur's Seat to the school.
To this point the day was perfect. It wasn't until things slowed down that I realized what today actually was . . . my parents' anniversary. Thinking about this made me immediately sad because I kept thinking about how Dad would have loved seeing Arthur's Seat. I called Mom and talked to her because I needed to hear her voice and know she was okay.
Fortunately, that was not the end of the day. We took the kids to a Kalie, where they got to learn how to do traditional Scottish dances. That paired with an unusual sink malfunction in Luke's room allowed me to have a magnificent end to my mournful day.
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