Edinburgh

I don’t know how many times I’ve tried to start writing this entry. I think I’m having a bout of writer’s block. That isn’t good since I’m sitting in the Elephant House, where J.K. Rowling scribbled the “birth” of Harry Potter on a napkin. Shouldn’t I be inspired to write something? Is it possible that there is just too much creativity in this town at one time, and that it is preventing me from posting a simple blog entry?

Afterall, the Edinburgh International Festival, The Fringe Festival and the Edinburgh International Film Festival are all going one right this minute.

All sorts of street performers are just outside–being creative. At this point, I guess I’m using my creative energy to stay awake. It’s the jet lag…yeah.

After a healthy nap yesterday, Chris and I managed to get to see a Fringe performance called “Confessions of a Paralyzed Porn Star.” Before we arrived at the show, we got caught in a rain storm that hit. Even though I had a rain jacket and umbrella, somehow I managed to get drenched.

The rain cleared this morning and I could finally see Edinburgh’s extinct volcano, Arthur’s Seat, from where we are staying. We headed over to the Edinburgh Castle and walked through. At one o’clock, a cannon is fired over to city to indicate the time. The cannon was so loud that I didn’t keep my hand steady as I took a photo at the momemt the cannon was fired. In the photo is smoke, but no “smoking gun.” Very startling.

That’s all I can muster now. CHEERS!