Here's the blog. And there's a picture of me over there so you know it's my blog and then there's the flag of Scotland up there so you know that I'm in Scotland. Okay, I think we're all set up... And begin!

For those of you in Texas, it is my understanding that you are stuck in an icepocalypse. If it makes you feel any better, this is what I had to deal with today... 

 

I know, I'm pretty upset about it too. 

So yes. I have made it to Scotland. Not without some delay. 

After boarding British Airways and buckling in we sat there for an additional 3 hours and 45 minutes because, check it- a cargo car ran into the side of our sitting airplane. Apparently, no one was lying when they said the Brits like to drink. 

The highlight of the delayed flight was this: Kyle calls me after I was supposed to be gone, planning on leaving a voicemail singing the entirety of "Oh My Sweet Carolina." To his surprise, I pick up as I'm sitting in the plane. This, however, did not stop him from singing acapella to me as I gleefully listened on the other end, singing along under my breath and ignoring the curious onlookers. It was a great farewell reminder of how ridiculously wonderful our group of friends are. 

So there are bunnies everywhere. Jon Whittaker would have a hey day. "There's a Bunn-!!!" We know Jon, they're everywhere. But I admit that I made an audible squeal the first time I saw one. I thought I would miss the squirrels on Baylor campus, but I've upgraded to freaking bunnies. Couldn't be more pleased. 

Unfortunately I'm in the worst dorm in the UK right now. It's not the gothic style castle one might have hoped for. Rather, it appears to be what architects in the 60s thought the future would look like. Weird and ugly. It's far away from the rest of the campus so I'm looking into transferring into St. Salvator, where the Prince used to reside. Second option is to call Connery, Sean Connery to see if there is room in his castle. I'd be glad to share a bed with him but I imagine he has no problem filling that up already. 

I try and talk to most everyone that I see. It's a small town, so it's exciting to start getting plugged into the community. 

At a pub two nights ago I started talking with a guy named Jonse. Jonse is from Finland. I asked him what he's doing and he said he's taking a tour through Europe to taste different whiskeys. That's correct. Whiskey is not a means to an end for this man, it is the end. Crossing my fingers for that day. I tell him that there is a band named Jonsi, wisely pronouncing it like "Yonzi" as Ben Carroll taught me, and he offers me a sip from his shot. "What is the name of this?… Say again?… Oh, ok sweet" (never did comprehend through his thick accent). 

I can already tell that I will miss Texas while I'm gone. The first thing I want when I get back is to sit on a porch with all of you and for Brady to sing "Jenny was a Friend of Mine," with a smoking cigarette in the head of his acoustic guitar (The second thing I want is for Brady to quit smoking). But as for now, I am indeed having the time of my life as they say, and I can't guarantee I'll come back unless they kick me out. 

Griffin, I love you. J-lew keep Wes safe. Colton, die in a fire. Ryan kiss Ray for me. Austin, see you soon? Mom, don't worry. Colton, kidding- I love you. And everyone else, cheers.

I'll do what I can to write. No promises. 

Jordan