20 hours of travel (three extra hours for all the photo stops, detours, and the damn GPS reroute to the ferry), hitting every pothole in Scotland, and 11 hours (and counting) of sleep after arriving at our little chalet in the middle of nowhere, Scotland. It rains all the rain here, and every time I see the trees I yell “THERE ARE SO MANY TREES!” The tufts of trees so close together you can’t even walk through them. Blowing. My. Mind. There are feral goats wondering around with crazy eyes and the sheep do whatever the fuck they want. There was a sheep literally sleeping in the middle of the road when we pulled up. Like, for real.