The ride home from Scotland was interesting to say the least. As many already know, it's nearly impossible for me to sleep on planes or buses. Of course, the one time I do manage to fall asleep is when we finally pass the castle on the coast that the program director Andy had me looking out for since the ride up. After a pit stop at a grocery store while we were getting on the bus, one of the PA's told us to make room because the other bus had broken down. Now this certain PA is somewhat of a joker and a bit of a smart ass (and by "somewhat" and "a bit" i mean totally). So, naturally, I thought he was trying to scare us. Then all of a sudden there was a mad dash for empty seats and I quickly realized I would be spending the next 8 hours packed like sardines. Our next stop was Fountains Abbey, which was the remains of an old ass church. This one said no climbing, and I said ef that. My first half hour there was spent holding my empty lunch box as I walked unimaginable distances to find a trash can. I finally found one about half a mile from the ruins in a bathroom where some lady had obviously just taken a crap. I think someone should sneak in during the middle of the night and place a trash can right in the center of the ruins and just call it 'a gift from god'.
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