I hate whining. Hate, It. Especially if you are whining about little stuff when great stuff is happening to you—like getting to be in Scotland. So these are the rules. You don't have to follow them, but if you are with me, I wish you would.
- You aren't getting any ice, or if you do, it's going to be one cube. That's how it is. Move on.
- Chances are excellent you are not going get your meals at 6:30 a.m., noon, and 6 p.m. Let's just roll with it. Okay?
- There are stairs. There are not many elevators. Sorry.
- Do not pack more than you can handle. Nobody was put on this earth to tote your luggage.
- If you are with other people, you just might have to do something you don't really want to. Wait. You don't really. You can elect to do something else. Or you can stay in your room.
- If you want to go back to your room to rest, go. Nobody is going with you.
- It rains in Scotland. Rain makes you wet. What a surprise.
- They do not use wash cloths. No, I don't know why not. I do know they aren't going to start on our account. There are several ways to cope. Take your own. Take an old towel and tear pieces off and discard after use. Use a bath puff and face wipes. Just let the shower barrel down on you.
- You are going to need to go back to the drawing board on learning to operate a shower. Come on, you can. It's not much of a learning curve.
- Yes, there are French fries every meal. Chips, as it were. If you don't want them, don't eat them, but they are going to be on your plate. Oh, you are tired of them? Sorry.
- Yeah, about that mattress. It's not yours. It's different. What to do, what to do. . .
- Yes, I have noticed they eat a lot of fish. It's a relatively small country surrounded by water. It happens.
When I got home, I drank one down without stopping with the refrigerator door open.
What do you find hard about foreign travel? Does it override your desire to be there?