There is fog

Welcome back,
I hiked to the top of calton hill today.
Various monuments dotted the grassy summit, including a giant unfinished parthenon. They ran out of money after constructing only one side of it, and it was left as it was.
It was strangely cold, like the penguin exhibit at sea world. The low fog ceiling could have hidden the speakers and fans and insulation. Some cold wants to kill, this cold wanted to make me feel at home.
If you take a kayak, or any seagoing craft for that matter, around the back of seaworld, you can see the outside enclosure for the waddling birds. They have little military tents and they plod around behind a chainlink fence, making belching noises and smelling decidedly like fish-eaters.
On the way back from carlton hill, I descended for the first time into the narrow Princes Street Gardens and strolled among the trees and grass. They used to be a lake of shit, but you wouldn't know it to look at them now. Among the fountains and expanses of closely-trimmed grass, there was a single veranda behind yellow tape, completely blackened but still standing. Nothing else was touched, and though at one point I thought I saw amongst the crowd of people a pyknic unit of black and white, it was only a dog.
And that's that.

To the reclamation,
walter

(fumo...)

Buongiorno!
Bologna has a beastly airport. I noticed when I arrived. The floor is covered in red marble with white veins, like a cross-section of Italian meat. I had to stand in a zig-zag line and felt trapped in an intestine waiting to be digested. Then I took a taxi to Barbara's.
"Via _____ Vente Due."
"Grunt."
"Grazie." Money.
Italy is a place with good food and strange people. The current trend is the mullet, worn by both men and women. Men gel up their business end into a tiny little mohawk, and let their party end dangle. Free to the wind, while wearing jackets with the collar up. Barbara and I went to Florence for a day to take in the sights. Short trip on the train. Surprisingly close to things, Bologna.
I went to Barbara's German class. You have to respect a language that can describe pink as hell rot.
We had other exciting adventures, too, and I'd love to tell you about them. But, I woke up at 3 this morning to come home, so I am tired.

Sleep with confidence,
your friend and mine,
walter

justice

Good evening,
I have two things to post:
Interesting fact the first, there are shops that have the suffix -monger here. cheesemonger. fishmonger. That's awesome.
Interesting fact the second, tonight a person walking in front of me was egged from a car. I sprinted after the car in question for about two blocks, waiting for it to hit a red light. It did, but as I was just coming up to it, it ran the red light and took off. But, not before I could read the plates. The point of my story: if you have any knowledge of how to find the owner of Scottish license plate Y374 SOO, please get in contact with me.

Remain ever vigilant,
Walter

mission accomplished

Good morning,
I woke up early on a Saturday to go stand in a crowd for the opening of the Scottish Parliament. I was not really sure what that meant, and I wasn't sure what I was waiting to see. There were a few archers standing around, and a few people dressed as peasants; it seemed like an SCA gathering. Then some kids got up and started prancing around and saying stuff and singing, but there were too many helicopters buzzing around for anyone to hear them. Then there was a flyover by some jet, that looked more like a cargo plane than anything actually impressive, but the crowd seemed to like that well enough. Then some old lady in fuchsia pulled up in some expensive car, and people started pushing and craning their necks to see her. But then, and this is where it gets interesting, the parade started. And who led the parade out but the immortal and redoubtable Sir Sean Connery? So there you have it, ladies and gentlemen. I have seen him, he was within 25 feet of my humble self, he waved at me and smiled. It was almost as if he was saying, "Yes, I received those letters from your dorm, and they touched me deeply. Thank you, Loro. . . thank you."
After that, I left; there was nothing else to see.
I will never wash these eyes again.

sincerely,
walter

it's a secret to everyone

Good evening,
A quick note to keep you informed: upon leaving the small restaurant at which my friends and I ate, we were quickly accosted by a large group of females, worthy of armour hot dogs, dressed as constables. A constable is a police officer, which is someone who enforces laws. They weren't really constables, mind you, because it would be redundant to have that many in the same place, especially when there was no crime happening there. They did not tell us why they were dressed as they were.
I also went fencing on wednesday, which was the first time in about four years that I had done so. That's about a fifth of my entire life. I will go again tomorrow.
And nothing more comes to mind.

Be well and take care,
walter