But I've been dragging my heels about writing this blog. I'm not quite sure why. I keep on having small tidbits of blog float in one ear and out the other-- brilliant revelations, witty comments, evidence of my newfound expertise. But alas, I usually forget them before I have a chance to write anything down.
I think this blog is going to be like a somewhat lengthy twitter account, as much as I hate twitter. I will try my best not to bore you with "So today, I decided that anyone who wears the color beige has no soul" and hopefully give you a little bit of the flavor of Edinburgh.
Today, Edinburgh smelled like burnt corn on the cob, iron, and cinnamon.
- Burnt corn on the cob because that's what it always smells like. Perhaps the smell of a whiskey distillery nearby?
- Iron because I've joined a bell-ringing society, and today I got to go up into the belfry of one of the very old churches we practice at, and I saw the massive bells, with beautiful engravings and incredibly thick shells. I had to go up 5 different staircases and ladders to get to the top, but when I did, it was so wonderful. The belfry was tiny and cramped with bells and wheels and stays and ropes everywhere. I could have climbed still higher if I wanted to see the steeple. Everything smelled of dust and metal and strong, old wood. The bells are truly beautiful. More on my newfound bell-ringing skills later.
- And cinnamon because it's one of the five spices I've bought so far, and I have it every morning on my porridge. I didn't appreciate until now how wonderful the smell of cinnamon is to wake up to.
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