The Art of Distracting Oneself

“Fever Boy” by Femme is this week’s soundtrack.

This week will be another rendition of Rapid Fire Wrap-Up Blog!!!!

Three weeks of break followed up by three exams stretched out over three weeks means that I’ve done my fair share of studying and far too much writing. SO this week will be short and sweet ūüôā

CORA AND TIRRA AVOID RESPONSIBILITIES 

Remember those exams I’ve mentioned? I’m sure it doesn’t come as a shock that Cora and I provided many opportunities for distraction. America clearly sent their finest to Edinburgh.

Celebrating the gorgeous weather, the Gal Pals (official title pending approval) made their way out to Bruntsfield Links to soak up some rays and stick flowers in their shoes.

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Ice cream was also on the docket because I SCREAM FOR ICE CREAM, YOU SCREAM FOR ICE CREAM, WE ALL SCREAM FOR ICE CREAM!

In addition, the Gal Pals can hardly go two days without a dessert.

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Did I mention that Cora convinces me to eat so very poorly? These are banana nutella pancakes with strawberry syrup. The Treehouse Cafe makes them almost as well as my pa ‚̧

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What’s that? More food? Of course.

The Gal Pals wandered up and down the streets of Edinburgh for 45 minutes looking for Baba Budan- the most sought after donutterie in all of the city. They went high, they went low, they went around and around and around until the fateful moment that the shop was spotted.

“Where was it hiding?” you might ask.

Right across the street from the very first place we had been searching.

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Cora devoured her meal before I could touch mine.

EYYYY YOOOOOO CHEEKY NANDO’S!!!!!!

If you’re lost and confused in this moment, it’s quite alright. Nando’s is a chain restaurant that specializes in chicken and is a big hit in Britain. Needless to say, the Gal Pals felt obligated to get in on the action.

New to the place, we certainly looked a bit sheepish walking in so the waitress asks, “Have you been to Nando’s before?”

Before I can spit out a simple, “No, we haven’t,” Cora practically jumps out of her seat shouting, “NO, WE’RE AMERICAN SO WE’VE NEVER BEEN HERE BEFORE HAHAHA!” Complete with the weird forced laughter.

Cheers to Cora for making us look like idiots. ‚̧

MORE FOOD AND MORE BOYS

As promised, this section offers more food and more boys.

Braxton + baked tatties. Where could I go wrong?

Well for starters, we walked halfway across town to get to Tempting Tatties, only to realize that there is a baked potato shop just around the corner from where we live. Whoops.

In addition, we couldn’t understand the menu for the life us and the Scottish owner definitely thought we were numpties.

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It was absolutely worth it, though. And in honor of Joey Tribbiani, I now present you with Flat 1 and their pizza making endeavors!

That’s right, ladies and gents, those are not pizzas crafted by the pro’s, but instead by the very capable hands of the five-man team that is Flat 1. With the exception of the one that burned to a crisp, they were all worthy of being sold in any of Italy’s pizzerias!

BELTANE FIRE FESTIVAL

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Whoa baby, was this an experience of a lifetime.

“The fire festival is inspired by the Gaelic festival of Beltane which began before the first of May and marked the beginning of summer. Edinburgh’s Beltane Fire Festival is supported by the School of Scottish Studies at the Uni of Edinburgh and involves over 300 voluntary collaborators and performers.” (Wikipedia sums it up quite nicely.)

What Wikipedia doesn’t tell you is that this is the mOsT wIcKeD eXpErIeNcE that involves so much fire and so much nudity.

 

Cora and I climbed the hill, trying to figure out exactly how the event would transpire. There was an absolute SEA of people. We settled into what seemed like a good spot and waited impatiently for it all to begin.

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When the time came, OH BOY were we pleased. The performers were painted beautifully with torches and elaborate costumes. As the procession began, the crowd followed alongside, looking around wildly to ensure that they weren’t missing out on anything. (They were, there are performers EVERYWHERE.)

What my terrible camera work doesn’t capture are the demons dancing around, half-naked, playing pranks on the crowd; the fairies doing courting dances around illuminated mushrooms; animals spinning around the Maypole; the instrumentalists banging on drums that were phallic in nature; the ritual representing the arrival of spring and its bond with the grass and the moon; the MASSIVE bonfire surrounded by hundreds of people aiming to stay warm.

It was fascinating, riveting, exhilarating, amazing, fantastic…. it was everything.

Edinburgh keeps providing me reasons to stay forever and ever.

Sending our love,

Tirra & Edi ‚̧

 

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