Turn up the volume on “I Believe In A Thing Called Love” by The Darkness for this week’s post.
The Scottish spring is in full swing and my heart is so content. It’s been a long wait but it has been 100 percent worth it. A tunnel of cherry blossoms greets me every time I walk through the Meadows, the sun warms my skin as I read on my personal patch of green grass, and the wind whispers in my ear to remind me that this is Scotland and it will never be warm enough for shorts.
The funny thing about a Scottish spring is that it has a way of fooling you; the bright sunshine screams WARMTH while the 50-60 degree weather adopts my mother’s tone, “WEAR A JACKET!!” The temperature doesn’t stop us, though. I’ve never seen the city so full of life: primary school students eating lunch out on any green space the city affords, men daringly sunbathing their pasty skin on Bruntsfield Links, adrenaline seekers ambling along slack lines strung between trees, barbeques sending trails of smoke into the air.
It’s enough to be a witness to it all.
My favorite moment in the Meadows took place as I was returning home after a stroll through the city when I noticed a man sitting on a bench leafing through his picture print-outs. Struck by the presence of physical copies, I slowed my pace. It was then that he pulled out a picture that made his face transform completely- his eyes crinkled at the corners as he shook his head and laughed quietly to himself. Unadulterated bliss.
I couldn’t help but to smile along with him. What was he laughing at? What memory was so vividly captured in that photograph that he could relive the happiness he felt previously? But then I realized that the content didn’t matter, it was his happiness that was contagious.
Edinburgh is a city of contagious happiness.
Flat 1 decided to put studying and revising aside for a few hours and hit the green.
After all, what’s the point of living with a golf course in your backyard if you never utilize it?
After wandering around for far too long looking for the place to rent clubs, we made it out onto the green. Immediately, it became clear that only two of us had any clue what we were doing. Calder, who casually mentioned that he used to go every other weekend, and I, who had a few lessons with the best teacher known to man with poor results (s/o to you, Allie), set up shop teaching the noobz how to grip the club, position their bodies, and swing properly.
My supposition is that it wouldn’t surprise you to hear that the beginners had trouble making contact with the ball for a while. Heck, even I missed when Cora took my picture and Calder’s boulders for shoulders caused him to overshoot the hole. It may surprise you to hear that Ajay rapidly rose through the ranks and quickly became the star of the day.
Check out the little smug punk in the background intimidating me with his athletic prowess.
All in all, we had a great time laughing together, taking our minds off of finals and it only took us two hours to play through six holes.
Typically, the phrase goes “turning green with envy” but in this case, I’m turning green because I feel positively sick. The first member of the family left for his home in the good ole U.S.A. this week so we made sure to make our last few days together count.
Ordering Chinese take out and conversing in the hallway until we were exhausted seemed better than sitting alone in our rooms and studying.
The boys and I had a few pints at The Golf Tavern while watching the Real Madrid v. Manchester City football (soccer) game on the big screen. Never before had I dreamed that I would learn so many facts about the announcers, the jerseys, the players, their names, their previous playing endeavors, and their hearts. (Álvaro is a walking trivia book.)
Also, Álvaro would like me to add: “You can write that Real Madrid v Atlético de Madrid is the Champions League final. Two Madrileños fighting for the crown.” He is very excited because he, too, is from Madrid.
As Cora went on a trip to Prague, only the boys and I were left in Flat 1. We spent our last Friday night playing card games, competing in beer pong (Calder and I smashed the Europeans), and having heart-to-heart talks ❤ The cherry on top was when the boys came to me for head scratches at the end of the night- I’m a real mother hen.
One final dinner together left us with happy hearts and teary eyes. (Okay, it was definitely only me that got a bit worked up over the whole thing.)
Coming back to the flat, I requested one last picture of the gang. The pose was all Ajay’s idea:
And then we all had one last shot with Calder ❤
We’ll miss you, old pal. These walls just aren’t the same without you.
Sending our love,
Tirra, Edi, and Flat 1 ❤