That would be "Good Morning!" in Gaelic. Hope you all had a restful weekend of honoring our service men and women. My weekend was a big jet-laggy since on Sunday I flew in from glorious Scotland (hence the Gaelic) after spending 9 days in the Motherland.
Myself and 2 other teachers from our school took 14 of our seniors--who graduate in just a few more days (sniff!)--over to the Highlands on a service trip. We painted a community center, gave an assembly at a primary school, mulched (barked, as the Scots call it) a community park, painted several playgrounds, led worship in a local church, sorted donations at a local charity center. So much work to be done, but managed to leave time to visit Urquhart Castle, Inverness, Ross County football stadium (football = soccer), Fyrish monument, Celtic Park football stadium, a bagpipe performance, the town heritage center, and--of course--consume as much of the local delicacies as humanly possible.
One such delicacy: haggis.
|The Wee Haggis|
The kids were a bit unsure of this odd-looking dish, but by the end of the meal--what the locals call a Burns Supper (which normally occurs January 25 rather than in May)--there was nary a scrap of haggis left. A massive hit!
So I wanted to share just a few pictures of our whirlwind journey.
|This is my favorite view en-route to my sweet mum-in-law's house. |
You round the bend and there before you spreads the Cromarty Firth.
And it's gorgeous and it sings "Almost Home!"
|Me with Reay: best mum-in-law EVER.|
|Pipe Band in Invergordon|
|Heilan' Coo |
(pronounced hee'-lan coo, aka Highland Cow).
These guys make me laugh every time I see them.
|Favorite City: Inverness|
|A cobbled street of shops in Inverness. |
(This pic was taken by one of my brilliant students.)