As I walked off the platform, bags hung around me like the new decades jewelry, the appearance of a vast assortment of classic stone and castlework, lit by subtle street lights and seasoned by the smells of burning fire places that floated on a chilly fall wind, my first impression of Stirling was next to magical. Exposed to over 48 hours of sleepless work and travelling, Im not sure if my standards had been changed muich, but it does seem that my usual fistidious self has been completley relaxed by the rather subtle nature of the locale.
Though the people seem of few words, they typically mean well, leaving a decent first impression. The hostel is colorful, but sleeping in a room thats purple and mauve and surrounded by 10 other people leaves an interesting impression of some near-dream like state thato ccurs once youve travelled as long as I have.

Now that I sit here in my sombre, jet-lagged state, I can only guess that hthe next few days, like the next few minutes, will be much the same as the past day has been. One of intersting, ''anything-is-possible'' like qualities that likely will follow my wife and I through several months of european intrigue and immerssion.

Stay posted,

Woodruff