Hills and Hot Milkshakes
Jet lag is alive and well with this one. I'm writing this now as I watch throwback tv on British Netlix, scroll through Instagram, and seriously debate eating a bowl of cereal at 2:15 am (it's only 8:15pm at home). The time change has seriously been the most challenging part of my few days in Scotland thus far--it doesn't help that I have insomnia, either.
Alas, when I do dream, I'll dare to dream of a day that I'll go to bed and wake up at a reasonable time.
Yesterday marked the first day of classes, and the first day that I ran in about a month. I decided to jog over by the Airthrey Castle, which is about a ten minute or less walk from my flat. It's small as far as castles go, but still pretty amazing to have a few moments away to marvel at or visit. I ended up getting a little too curious and ventured to the edge of campus property, which was all well and good until I discovered a steep hill and decided to make it part of my work out.
Let's just say that the rest of my run was pretty pathetic after that.
In high school, I could run hills and inclines with ease. Now...
Well, now seems like a good point to move on to class! Photographing the Urban ended up taking a turn I hadn't expected. We spent the day discussing camera obscuras, which were the first cameras designed around the same time as the tele and microscope--and by discussing, I actually mean making our own. It was almost as frustrating as trying to get through this jet lag. The cameras were to be constructed out of boxes, some trash bags, and a fancy lens--which may all sound well and good, but was actually somewhat complicated. I'd consider myself an artist to some extent, though 3D art and design is far from my forte, and played a big, fat role in the 2 hours it took to construct a janky-looking contraption that will be used to photograph buildings and statues in Glasgow on Friday for a class excursion.
After a long four hours of lecture and complicated camera construction, I ventured into town with a friend of mine with a mission in mind: finding hot milkshakes.
What? Don't give me that look. I promise you I'm not just making this up. We saw a shop that had a lit-up sign advertising hot and cold milkshakes when we went to the City Centre the other day as a large group. Although the place was closed along with many other stores and shops upon our arrival, we did get to snap some shots of the city of Stirling in all its grandeur:
Followed by some pizza and regular milkshakes (not pictured...they were consumed rather quickly)? A day well spent--even though we had to wrap our leftover pizza in a n unused trash bag because we forgot to buy ziplock baggies at the supermarket on Sunday.
What?? Why are you still giving me that look? You would've done the same thing!
Wishing you a good night's sleep,
Reina
