Not the most progressive choice of vacation for entering into my 4th decade. But it is beautiful, and has been a precursor to many crucial life crossroads. Plus it's gorgeous. And there is so much familiar, yet so much left to see. And what better way to celebrate one's 30th birthday than by drinking single malt where it is made, on a small island off the west coast of Scotland. Oh, I feel so mature...
But first, a trip to Glasgow. The American side of Scotland to Edinburgh's European style, or so they say. The cheaper airport. But perhaps, in a more relevant sense, a place in Scotland I'd never been.
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