Edinburgh, The One I Fell in Love With, Edinburgh, Scotland

I arrived yesterday from Edinburgh, and yet it seems like a dream. Looking back, it looks like I wasn’t there yesterday or last weekend, but in a faraway past. Perhaps because going to Edinburgh was much more than traveling in space; it was traveling in time. I’d say it was precisely this: a trip to the Past, a magical trick that took me to a different era.

I always wanted to go to Scotland, and had a strange fascination for its History and culture. Even though I only had stereotypical images in my head - the ginger scotsman wearing a kilt and playing its bagpipe, whisky and gin drinkers, green Nessie in a big, big lake -, I knew it was a great beautiful country, full of history. However, I was appalled, seriously in shock, with the beauty I found from the moment I got off the train at Waverley station. Clouds were populating the sky, and the atmosphere was dark, Gods were threatening us with rain… but that was probably what mortified me. It was the perfect environment. Against a medieval landscape, any vestiges of the passage of time had disappeared. That was Edinburgh, there, for me to explore, for me to imagine, for me to live in. Even if only for a few days.

It’s only unfair to use my photos to try to give you a taste of how Edinburgh actually felt. You do need to experience it. No words or images can do that for you. All I can do with all my humbleness is to share how much I loved it, how much I want to go back, and how much you should definitely go if you haven’t yet. ...... (follow the instructions below for accessing the rest of this article).