Seeing Scotland through Jesse's eyes is different from mine, but several times yesterday she took photos of the exact same thing that I had already photographed. Yet she has a totally different angle on things. I took them by the Skene Provost House. Jesse took this photo in the reflection of the modern building next to the SPH. I took them down to the plaza area where the Mercat Cross stands. Jesse took the photo of Mom and me. I took the one of Jesse. We had lunch at Henry's Bar. - the joke being that Jesse calls her unknown future husband "Henry". Jesse had fish and chips. Then we went to the Maritime Museum where we got permission to take a photo out the window of the old church that is the museum overlooking the harbor. While at the MM, a little man came over to talk to me. His father had been a fisherman, but the little man was an engineer. He was very difficult to understand since he spoke fast, quietly, and without moving his lips. He told us he was 76, and did we think he looked 76. We told him he did not look 76 at all. Then Mom told him that she was also 76. End of conversation - he turned and walked off. I think Mom scared him.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Mom and Jesse got here about 5 PM on Tuesday night. It gets dark here by 4:30, but they were able to see a little of the city from the airport to the City Centre. We waited for Toby to get home from work, and then we headed out to have some supper. We tried to have a beer at a pub/restaurant, but the bartender ignored us too long, and we had a reservation for dinner somewhere else. This has been a problem a couple of times. We stand at the bar and get ignored. We set at a table and get ignored. I feel like we are missing something on the "how things are done in Scotland" rules. For the most part, people here are great - helpful and interested in us - lots of fun. As Mom, Jesse, and I walked around Aberdeen yesterday, several people engaged us in conversation - very friendly. Of course, it helps to have Jesse in the crowd.