After three days in the inside passage of Alaska, the first leg of our trip is in the books. This leg was all about recovering from the four hour time difference while enjoying the scenery and looking for whales. We spotted a pod of humpbacks with our binoculars. So cool.
The Lions Gate Bridge in Vancouver
After boarding at Vancouver, the first port was Juneau, where we disembarked to enjoy a cool, sunny afternoon in Alaska’s capital. The port shops were packed so we opted to go up for the views.
Meanwhile, back on the ship…
Every nook in that wall had a briefcase in it with a game inside. 
We did a fair amount of eating, sleeping, and playing games in the library. The highlight of the trip so far was at our specialty dinner to celebrate our 50th anniversary.
Today is Saturday. I know this only because the ship is kind of enough to change the elevator floor mats every day.
Our land excursion starts today as we disembark in Skagway and get ready for our next adventure. 
Bob and I on our wedding day August 2, 1975, in MarylandWe celebrated our 25th anniversary in Hawaii. Celebrating our 50th anniversary in Alaska. 
We are on our way to celebrate our 50th anniversary in Alaska and some surrounding areas in Canada. It was a long but nice day of travel from Orlando to Vancouver BC.
Tomorrow (Wednesday) we board a ship for part one of our trip. But tonight we are in a hotel near the airport which is where in the morning we’ll meet transport for our cruise.
Bob is an excellent planner but even he was surprised to see that our hotel is right across the street from a Costco. What a great start to our adventure! I’d never been in a Canadian Costco. Now I have.
I don’t think anything could’ve gotten me back on my feet and out of the hotel except for this. Costco does have a draw! But the best part of Costco today was hanging around the food court and eating ice cream with our new friends Tiger and Erica.
This Costco was packed so sharing tables was helpful. We tried to take a selfie so our kids could make fun of us, but our lack of coordination was on display so Tiger offered. He told us we were so cute, he was happy to step up. This was a first and I guess appropriate as we are now that old couple who has been married fifty years. It’s kind of like the first time someone calls you ma’am.
Tiger peppered us with questions about what makes a lasting marriage, asked about taking care of family and choosing a career. We told him that Jesus was foundational for marriage and a good sense of humor doesn’t hurt either.
I asked for a picture before we left. Tiger wanted a copy of it as well. This sweet couple are just dating and so friendly and warm. I pray God‘s blessing on them- the first friends of our new trip. We left a little Jesus with them.
On our walk back to the hotel, we saw our first wildlife. I’m getting excited!
May has been a mixed bag. Bob took me for a get-away in Jamaica at the start of the month – just a few days to ourselves. What we didn’t count on when the trip was booked (and rebooked twice because of conflicts) was twofold. One, my mother, who lives with us, had contracted shingles a week before we left. She was put on antivirals, and my sister was here, so I only had minor guilt about leaving her. Two, my knees have had their own agenda this year. That agenda includes giving out on me at times and other times just being so painful that I don’t want to walk.
But we pressed on with our non-refundable trip, and in hindsight I’m glad we did. Time alone together is a premium. Bob booked wheelchairs for me at every airport leg with the hope that my walking strength would be conserved for leisurely walks on the beach. Being pushed around an airport in a wheelchair was a new experience. I didn’t like it at first, but now I think it’s the way to go – especially in the Miami airport because that place is a maze.
We arrived at our lovely resort and right away realized – Jamaica, we have a problem. The room chosen for us was on the second floor with no elevator access. That was fairly easily remedied to a first-floor unit. While I was unpacking, Bob went to check on something in the lobby and when he left, our doorknob fell off. I immediately ceased unpacking. A young man came and fixed it. He assured us that it was fine, so we put our suits on and headed to the pool. Thankfully, we felt like we should check to make sure it worked with our key, because it did not.
House arrest in Jamaica: This time they sent two men to fix the doorknob. One of them was armed with a computer and used YouTube as his tutor. We didn’t feel comfortable leaving all our things in the room while the door was propped open and these guys went in and out, so we waited. After an hour, we requested another room, and amazingly they were able to accommodate us on the second floor near an elevator. A mere three hours later, we were set to begin our vacation.
I was not in a great frame of mind for this trip. Mom was home with shingles and three days after we returned home, I had arthroscopic knee surgery scheduled to fix my badly torn meniscus. But I hobbled along bravely sitting by the pool and having drinks brought to me. I’d hardly call it suffering! We even tried to swim in Montego Bay, but the sand was hard on my knees, so we only took a token dip in the turquoise blue water. Four days of sun and relaxing, and the best part was I did not have to plan or prepare any meals. Score!
On Wednesday afternoon, two days after returning home, my mom had an incident, probably a TIA, and she had to go to the ER. It was scary, but she pulled through, though she continues to deal with shingles. We were thankful she didn’t need to be admitted, plus the doctor said her shingles were resolving and she wasn’t contagious. That was nice to hear.
My surgery went well – so they tell me. I went home with a bandaged leg and used crutches the next two days until I could uncover the wounds – three little places each requiring two stitches. You wouldn’t think it would be that big a deal and it truly wasn’t. It was just more than I thought it would be hobbling around on my other knee (which isn’t great). Plus, that left Bob and my sister to tend to Mom, who was still weak from shingles and the supposed TIA. I don’t like being sidelined, but sometimes it’s good for me.
One of the weirdest challenges post-surgery was removing the permanent marker tattoo, as they called it, from my leg. It took six of us to figure out that it said left, indicating the left leg was the one they were working on. My friend Maria suggested I get it off with Windex, My Big Fat Greek wedding style. Contrary to pop-culture movie advice, that didn’t work.

I think my brain hurt more than my leg did. Okay, maybe it was a tie for the first several days, but it’s been two weeks and I’m coming out of it. I can even sit at the table and bend my knee comfortably enough to type. Yay!
I have many friends going through lots of physical ailments right now, and this reminds me to pray for them and helps me to keep my stuff in right perspective. I’m thankful for the surgery, but I’m not quite ready to do the other knee yet. Maybe in the fall. I should say – maybe in the autumn. I don’t like to use the word fall.
The jet lag from our Hawaii trip has passed. They say to recover from a trip, it takes a day for every time zone, so in this case, that’s five days. I always double that because my typical posture in life is lag. It’s been over two weeks now, so I’m back to normal – just my regular, daily lag.
My current issue is that I haven’t gotten over not being in Hawaii. That’s different from failing to get over any other trip or struggling to adjust to regular, day-to-day life. Hawaii gets a hold on me and won’t let go. Part of it is the island pace. I was made for island pace – nice and slow and whatever pace you like works. Perfect for me. So, it’s going to take a while.
To prolong my issue, I’m constantly faced with reminders about Hawaii, including a separate section in my closet which is devoted to t-shirts from Hawaii. The oldest is a Crazy Shirt (Crazy Cat shirt at the time of purchase 25 years ago on our first trip there, so it’s considered vintage). I also have a ballcap with the state fish stitched on it, including the spelled-out name, humuhumunukunukuapua`a. It wraps around the cap and is a conversation starter here on the mainland. It’s a big name for a little trigger fish.
My Facebook account still thinks I’m there and is constantly suggesting I take a snorkel tour off the Napali Coast or go pick pineapples. Speaking of pineapples, I have become a pineapple snob. Our tour of Kauai Sugarloaf Pineapple Farm was eye-opening. These are the best pineapples I have ever eaten and now I’m ruined for any others. You can even eat the core! They are more addicting than M&Ms, and that’s saying something.
We planted, picked, and partook of pineapples at Kauai Sugarloaf Pineapple Farm.
Wailua Falls pictures show up on my Facebook more than pictures of my grandchildren! I’m also becoming obsessed if not addicted to Kauai Coffee, at least it appears so by my feed. I have no idea what my friends and family are up to because my feed is laced with surfers. It’s insane watching them hang ten at Pe’ahi Jaws Surf Break. I know what Jaws is because, you know, I’m obsessed with Hawaii. By the way, don’t go surfing there. I think it’s safe to assume that anyone reading my blog should not be attempting 60-foot waves.
After an intense session of surfing, it’s time to relax and watch sunrise over Kauai, or sunset. I’d keep expounding, but it looks like it’s time to take a hike in the Waimea Canyon. Or maybe a nap. Either is good.
But this goes deeper. I’ve been so consumed with Hawaii that now Facebook thinks I live there. Hawaii News Now just informed me that all public schools in Maui will be closed until Friday due to severe weather. I may or may not have a problem. But, whatever, dude.
E-biking! I explained to the woman at Hele on Kauai Bike Rentals (and Boutique) that I had never ridden an electric bike. That seemed fine, but the pre-rental briefing included the question – so, you’re avid bikers?
Avid seemed to be a big word but I do know how to ride. She was satisfied but warned me that these bikes would be heavier than what I was used to.
Surprisingly that wasn’t a big issue for me, just a small one whenever I started up from stop. I adapted fine except when it was time to ride through the tunnel of trees. For some reason that was disorienting to me, but Bob went through fine. Of course.
Before our trek, we dropped our daughter and her family off at a trailhead for Donkey Beach. This is our effort to find them along the way.
Why is there always a hill?
Eventually we found them. The surf was too high for their planned snorkeling but there was plenty to explore and enjoy among the rocks.
Two hours along the Kapaa Bike Path was about perfect for me to sit on a bike as my body can only last as long as my posterior can endure even with frequent stops to take in amazing views.
I would do this again in a second. Especially after Bob explained the throttle. I was perfectly fine pedaling along enjoying the assist the bike offered even while wondering why Bob pedaled so much less than I did.
Let me tell you, the throttle was a game changer – no pedaling necessary. I was hooked.
Today was a day of rest, but that didn’t mean we stayed in our condo. A little exploring was in order. We are in Princeville on the north side of Kauai, which is the wetter side of the island. Most of our activity has taken an hour’s drive to the Lihue area. Today we set out to find a quiet beach within 15 minutes of us.
Anini Beach was a mere 13 minutes away. We turned off the main road and meandered down towards the beach with lush foliage giving way to beach views. Mostly we watched the road though.
The potholes had potholes.
This was possibly the worst road I’ve ever been on. What an adventure! It was worth compromising the suspension of our rental car because we found a lovely, quiet beach with very few people.
The lifeguard stand was unattended.
After our walk we grabbed lunch with a rooster. It’s what you do in Kauai where there are five chickens for every person. They’re everywhere and, just like in Peter Pan, they gotta crow.
Because I have visited Hawaii several times, people assume I know how long it takes to get there from Orlando. The answer to that question requires that I remember a number, so it’s usually allusive to me. Bob is numbers and I am words, so that’s his department.
But, Saturday early in the darkness of morning, we once again began a trip to Hawaii. That means I should still remember how long it took. We awoke at 3:30 for our 4:00 am pickup. Since Saturday was touted to be the busiest airport day of the holiday season, we did not check luggage but managed to stuff everything into our carry-ons and personal items. Quite a feat, if I do say so myself.
We took off at 7:00 am for our connection at Phoenix, ultimately landing in Kauai at 4:00 pm, which would be 9:00 pm Eastern time. I figured 14 hours, but I ran my answer past the engineer.
I’ll spare you the eye rolling and questioning my mental acuity looks that Bob gives me when I ask such things, but he did say that I was correct.
If you add the two hours at the airport before our flight and the lines to get a rental car plus the hour drive to our resort in Princeville, the number swells to almost 18 hours from one tropical paradise to the other. No wonder we’re tired.
This is my fifth time making this trek and I can say it’s worth it, even though it’s been raining on and off ever since we got here. The greens are greener and the blues bluer. The fog is prettier. The birds sing louder. The aloha spirit is alive and well.
Our first event the next day was whale watching. I will say the whales weren’t whalier, if that can be considered a word. They were wilier and would barely make their presence known. The Captain J’s Kauai Offshore Adventures tour guide called their behavior “spout and out.” He said the whales are recently back from gorging themselves in Alaska so they are too fat to breach. They have repopulation on their mind and I suppose that will burn some blubber and allow them to use their powerful tail fin to propel themselves upward. I guess we would need to come back in February or March to see that, but probably not.
We did see one fin and had many “there she blows” moments so it was successful. Plus the Captain J’s crew was great. It was a fun day with no rain while on the ocean.
From the boat we spotted Spouting Horn doing its thing, so we ventured over there on land for a view from the other side. It’s a blowhole formed by wave erosion. The waves crash in the rocks and spout out the blowhole with a cool hollow whistling sound. If you position yourself just right for a selfie, it can look like you’re spouting.
There are chickens everywhere here. The gorgeous roosters wake up hours before the sun rises and at this writing I still find it charming.
Tree Tunnel is spectacular and was not on the agenda, but it was a lovely bonus on the way to Costco.
Everything in Hawaii is much more expensive than on the mainland. This would include prices at Walmart. But when you arrive at Costco, you are able to get that Costco goodness for the same cost that you get it in Orlando. Plus, they have installed fancy-schmancy new bathroom stall availability lights. Way to go, Costco. Nobody is going to bust in on you and say aloha while you’re taking care of business. Impressive.
Part of the fun of being in a national park is the people you meet. I think being surrounded by all that beauty and feeling small in the enormity of creation brings out the best in people.
During our 3.5 days in Yosemite, we met an adorable family from Germany. Actually, I met so many Germans that I wondered who was left over there. This particular family captured my heart as they consisted of parents approaching my age and four sons who appeared to be in their twenties.
The young men were having a blast climbing on everything. They had beautiful walking sticks which were scavenged from the forest floor. I noticed one of the guys with his slung over his shoulder. When I questioned his unusual way of using a walking stick on this mostly uphill trail, he began using it in normal fashion and said that it was much more helpful that way. This began a conversation that continued on and off as we hiked the 1.9 miles of Washburn Trail toward Mariposa Grove.
Washburn Trail is purported to be a moderate hike. It is mostly uphill and this Florida girl knew she was no longer at sea level. The elevation was 7500 feet, which made it more necessary than usual to take a break to breathe. The German family was also taking breaks (I’m sure for the sake of the parents). This enabled our ongoing conversation.
As we were admiring their walking sticks, one fellow offered proudly that his brother was the finder of walking sticks. After hesitating for effect, he added, and wasps. His outstretched hand revealed the swelling resultant from encountering the wasps. Kim offered first aid, which was declined. She said she was sure she would be in tears with that kind of swelling.
The young man’s response was simple, “We don’t cry in Germany.” And then they all climbed up a big bolder and posed for pictures for their mama. How I missed my own sons as I watched this sweet group.
We also met the Simon Says guy. Steve Max is a professional Simon Says caller who has frequented pre-game shows of teams including the Orlando Magic. He was camera shy, but I googled him and discovered he is as real as bigfoot Half Dome.
We never saw any bears on this trip, but there were signs everywhere to warn of their presence. I spoke to another group of German women who asked if I had seen any bears and I admitted I had not. At least not since I was home in Florida where they do frequent my backyard. This blew their minds as they confessed to knowledge of alligators in Florida but not bears. I shared my backyard video and from the looks on their faces I am sure that they will never come to Florida for fear of our wildlife. I assured them that Interstate 4 is far more dangerous than any animal they might encounter.
My backyard visitor here in the Orlando suburbs.
In Mariposa Grove we met a three-generation Amish family who were camping just outside the park in BLM (Bureau of Land Management) territory. I was unaware of this cost-free option, but when they informed of us the rigors of BLM camping, I could see why I never came across it on a google search. There are no electrical hook-ups, no showers, no potties – just land. This group told us of bringing in their own water and latrine system. Every one of the children had their hair done nicely and they were dressed so cute. They were super polite and friendly. The only thing that gave away the lack of easy access to water was their dirty feet. Makes sense. Dirty feet mean lots of outdoor fun.
Another thing of note to be found in Yosemite is the plague. I don’t think it is of Biblical proportion, but there are signs warning people to stay away from wildlife – especially cute wildlife like chipmunks and ground squirrels, whose fleas can carry the disease. Just one more reason to give animals a wide berth.
One of the strangest things which I encountered in the park and something I think my grandchildren would struggle to identify, even with a smart phone, was in the Glacier Point area. This was a relic of the twentieth century. Conjecture would say it’s there because of poor internet availability. At least you could dial 911, though that may need to be made clearer for coming generations.
By this point of the trip, I was half crazed with trying to identify landmarks, birds, and trees with my iPhone. I so wanted it to get things right. My phone did not offer any explanation as to what this was. It did not even say it was Half Dome, which was a pleasant surprise.
Along the lines of “Take nothing but pictures and leave nothing but footprints,” I had to wonder who was trying to abscond with the heavy picnic tables scattered throughout the park. Is this kind of deterrent really necessary?
One thing we did take that I’ll share with you as long as you promise not to report us, is rocks. Full disclosure, there may have been a few pinecones, too. I think they have enough and more seem to be falling all the time, but Kim is obsessed with rocks and that rubbed off on me. As I was flying this trip, I did not have the luxury of collecting a lot of rocks, but while we were down at the edge of a stream, I found the prettiest little rock with pink and blue through it. I showed it to Kim and said there must be a be another one around here somewhere. Maybe it chipped off a bigger rock. The excitement was building for this one-of-a-kind rock. Then, as I rubbed it with my fingers to get dirt off, it became rubbery and I realized I had found a piece of chewed up gum.
I did not bring this sappy pinecone home.
How can I sum up my Yosemite experience? In one word – WOW! Kim and I kept coming back to this simple word as all adjectives had been used and overused to describe the beauty around us. I will share some of my favorite pictures with you and when you think, WOW, remember that a picture can only capture a small portion of how majestic and beautiful this park truly is.
Also, a big thank you to my sweet husband for making it possible for me to join my friend in his favorite park. If he ever has the opportunity to visit Yellowstone without me, I’ll have to remember how gracious he was.
If you’d like to read about Kim’s adventure, she is on Instagram #following_helen
After we toured Edinburgh Castle, we strolled down the bustling Royal Mile, popping into a shop or two while listening to a bagpipe being played on the corner. The Royal Mile is the much-traveled cobblestone street that connects Edinburgh Castle and Holyrood Palace, Scotland’s official residence of the British monarch. It was on the chaotic side, which may have been due to the warmness of the day – a balmy 60 degrees, the highest temperature of our trip. Everyone was out soaking in the sun.
Bagpipes sound charming for a little while.
Bob wondering how he will cross the sea of people to get to the other side of the Royal Mile.
The iconic British buses winding up and down the streets – I wondered how nobody got hit by one as people seem to share the streets with them without a second thought to their safety. Perhaps it’s because they are more polite to pedestrians in the UK.
Along the streets there are alleyways leading to closes. The openings are so narrow and lined by tall buildings on either side that it’s easy to miss seeing these passageways, which lead to off-the-beaten-path courtyards (closes). As we walked by Lady Stair’s Close, I noticed a sign stating something to the effect that this was the way to life in Old Edinburgh. I almost didn’t notice the beckoning sign but was glad I did! It made me realize that I probably miss a lot when I travel because there is so much sensory overload.
Bob relaxed on a bench, and I wandered down with anticipation of stepping back into history. To my delight it opened to Makars’ Court, a literary monument to Scottish writers. There are quotes from great Scottish writers inscribed in the courtyard flagstones and a lovely museum dedicated to the works of Robert Louis Stevenson, Sir Walter Scott, and Robert Burns.
The museum inhabits Lady Stair’s House. Built in 1622 and renovated at the turn of the century (1897-1907), it is a grand mansion in the Old Town portion of Edinburgh and such a fitting place to honor the three above-mentioned literary legends.
This building celebrates my favorite 2 of the 3Rs. I leave the ‘rithmetic to Bob.
My golf-weary husband whose body was rebelling against any further walking was willing to come on down, especially since there was comfortable seating inside.
This type of stairway was common in the 1600s. It served as a type of alarm system as they would construct the stairway with one step that was extra tall (notice the white step). This would prompt intruders to trip and make noise thereby alarming the sleeping residents of impending trouble.
I inquired about my favorite author, the recently knighted Sir Alexander McCall Smith. He resides in Edinburgh and has a huge volume of work, but I guess he is too current to be included in the museum, at this point anyway. This was a lovely interlude of quiet in the midst of an active day in Edinburgh.
There are more celebrated authors who are not yet included in this Edinburgh museum. Harry Potter is not in a genre that I typically read, but I do admire J.K. Rowling. My understanding is that she also currently resides in Edinburgh. The Elephant House is a “magical café” where she wrote some of the Harry Potter novels. It is known as the birthplace of Harry Potter.
Unfortunately, the original location, which was a gathering place for local writers, burned in 2021. It was located on George IV Bridge not terribly far from the current location, which was just a few doors down from our hotel. I was thrilled to literally stumble upon it as we were looking for a place to lunch – a perfect, dare I say magical, find!
Hoping some of Ms. Rowling’s writing magic will rub off on me.
The re-creation of J.K. Rowling’s writing nook was impressive. A niche in an upstairs room with a desk and guest book and the actual chair which she used set the mood, but the mural through the window depicting the scene from the George IV Bridge made it feel authentic. I sat in the chair, signed the guest book, and wondered why she didn’t choose a more comfortable chair. To each their own, I guess.
One last stop before we left the restaurant because one must never miss a free toilet opportunity, and besides you know I’m fascinated by toilets in Europe.
I chose not to go that way. We all have our own path!
When we travel overseas, we like to get outside, breathe in some fresh air, and take a little walk as soon as possible to help us get on the time zone. This trip had us landing in Edinburgh and then driving a little more than an hour to St Andrews on our first day. Since we flew overnight, that meant that it felt like six in the morning when we dragged our sleepy bodies off the plane.
But, it was 11 am on a Saturday morning and that was the perfect time to take a walk and find lunch in Edinburgh before getting in the car for a drive. We ate along The Royal Mile at a barbeque place called Oink Hog Roast, which had been featured in a travel show Dacia had seen.
It was here that a kind young lady behind the counter allowed me to have a wee taste of haggis – my first and last. I wasn’t sure what to expect, and by that I mean how much I would dislike haggis. It took one bite for me to know I disliked it completely. Maybe if they had come up with a more beckoning name, but a rose by any other name would smell so sweet, or taste so gross. I wasn’t very hungry, so I opted out of the grunter and oink portion sizes and just ordered the piglet. Warning: they don’t believe in sauces like we do here, so it was dry but edible. Thus went our first Scottish meal.
Piglets and crisps
Now it was time to walk it off and what better place to do that than Arthur’s Seat? It’s part of an ancient volcanic area near the city center. As we were approaching the hiking trails, following a short distance behind our son and his family, I was reminded that I was not in Florida anymore. These were proper hills.
We saw our son ask which trail they should take and up they headed. When we reached the person of whom they had inquired, I said, “I saw you point our son in that direction. Look at us. Which way should we go?”
“You may want to take that route over there. They all end up in the same place, so you’re good,” he kindly replied. I love the Scottish people!
Bob and I set out on what by now we realized was not a walk but a hike. That was our first mistake of the trip. Bob had days of golfing ahead of him and I am not exactly in fighting shape, but off we went up the hill. It was a lesser incline than the one our son took, but it would do me in.
That didn’t register with me while walking because I was so taken in by the spectacular views. Plus, when I travel, I get this weird energy/adrenaline which will circumvent my otherwise extremely logical mind, and I will push myself without even knowing that I am. Later I will realize it, and it will be too late, but most of the time, it will have been worth it.
Winston loves to find a high spot and enjoy the view.
Every time I’d think we were near the top, up we’d go again. It was so pretty I barely noticed my knees shaking.
A summer day in Scotland
As we drove out of Edinburgh, we passed the castle up on the hill. We also spotted groups of crazed Swifties dressed in pink and other regalia in anticipation of her concert which would be that evening. We got out of there just in time!
St Andrews was sleepy compared to Edinburgh, and that was fine with us.
We dined that Saturday night at Hams Hame across from the Old Course. The food was good, but the names of the dishes were even better. Where else can you find Tex Mex nachos and haggis bon-bons on the same menu?
After dinner we strolled around the town enjoying the beautiful ruins of St Andrews Cathedral and St Andrews Castle. St Andrews was the center of religious power in Scotland in the 1500s. At that time religious leaders Martin Luther, John Calvin, and John Knox were challenging the way people worshipped. This was the change from Catholic to Protestant beliefs, so this area is a part of the Reformation history. Scotland became a protestant country in 1560.
Cathedral ruins
Castle ruins
A violent and sobering part of Christian church history
On Sunday while the guys were golfing, Dacia, my daughter-in-law, and I trekked along the edge of the North Sea at St Andrews Bay.
I love the walls in the UK. On the right is a golf course. On the left is the North Sea.
After golf, we all enjoyed a traditional Sunday pub roast in downtown St Andrews at a restaurant called Forgan’s.
That was a highlight, but it is overshadowed by Jannettas Gelateria. St Andrews is a small town so all roads could lead to Jannettas, which they did for us two or three times. This was the best gelato west of Siena – better than some I had in Tuscany and that is really saying something considering we were just there in April!
They had the oft difficult to find banana gelato – my favorite. Slainte Mhath (cheers)!
St Andrews sunset from our hotel – approximately 9:45 PM. Good night sun.
Life on the Lighter Side 