While visiting Scotland for the first time, I was met with a shocking, yet obvious, reality – one you could relate to the feeling of a cold breeze sneaking up under your kilt to remind you it’s cold. I was reminded that I am alive. Which, of course, I know, and you know, but how often do we really think about this?
When I arrived in the magical city of Edinburgh, my room was wonderful. I noticed that the view from my window was underwhelming – it was just a dingy stone wall. I was on level -1, so what could I expect?