Scottish soap is nice...if you like smelling like tea and roast lamb

Well, the scent of my bath soap is "thyme and bergamot," thyme being one of the herbs you typically put on lamb, and bergamot being the main spice in Earl Grey tea, so yes, my soap does, in fact, smell stereotypically Scottish.  Lamb and tea.  Sarah (roommate from Tech, for those who don't know) warned me that European soaps smell weird.  Observation verified.

In other news, I have a fourth roommate!  May I introduce A., who is an Art History PhD student from Cyprus, meaning I now have two roommates who speak Greek.  She just arrived yesterday evening, and K. and I were royally confused when we realized the voice we heard speaking Greek on a phone was NOT coming from I's room but from the (supposedly) unoccupied Room 4.  It turns out that her advisor gave her a few extra weeks' vacation, and since she has no need to be here for classes, she just stayed home a little longer.  Makes sense.  But it puts our theory that the room was actually inhabited by a glimmery Stephanie-Meyer-esque vampire to a rather anticlimactic end.

In OTHER other news, I realize I haven't given you the promised St. Andrews walkthrough yet.  My roommates and Annie are not surprised by this; everyone else, welcome to the way I do the internet: eventually.  Really, though, last Sunday I walked half the town before church taking pictures; I plan to cover the second half and the beach tomorrow so I can give you a completed walkthrough tomorrow night.

I've been going out of my way to get my work done on Friday and Saturday so I can have all of Sunday to rest and worship.  It's something I never tried very hard to do at Tech, but I'm really making an effort this year (at least so far this year), and I have to say I enjoyed closing my books at about 2 this afternoon and being done with school for the rest of the weekend.  I'm going to enjoy not having all that hanging over my head Sundays.  I plan to spend a lot of tomorrow out walking on the beach, to which I haven't been yet.  (Yes, the camera is coming with me.)  Oh!  And I have to indulge a romanticized mental image momentarily.  I've picked up an instrument that is slightly more portable than the piano.  It's the tin whistle, aka the penny whistle.  If you're familiar with Lord of the Rings, this is the instrument that opens the piece "Concerning Hobbits" at the beginning of Fellowship of the Ring.  If you don't know it, just google...ah, heck, this is a blog, I'll just attach the link here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_1cTuUwZILg

Yay, technology.  Anyways.  Picture, if you will, a windswept beach; waves breaking against an iron-grey sky; and me, in a tartan skirt if you wish, playing rustic Celtic melodies in the open air.  *sigh*  I love Scotland.  And now it's time for me to go drink some tea.  I bet I smell more like bergamot than it does.