So, we spent 10 nights in Scotland. During our last couple of days, we explored Clava Cairn and learned that neither one of us could hear the stones:
We spent a couple of hours at Urquhart castle, which is right on Loch Ness, and stared at the loch most of that time. (We also drove along the loch).
And, being the insane people we are, the only thing on our “must do” list while in Glasgow was a trip to the Necropolis.
All that, and we still didn’t run into a time traveler, a ghost, or Nessie. And, we likewise never ran into the (“there can be only one”) Highlander.
Yet, a friend of ours tells us he just saw Nessie in a Lake in Minnesota. Sent us a photo and everything…. Yep, while we were gallivanting around the world, it turns out Nessie must have somehow made her way up to the North Sea, swam across the Atlantic, made her way through the Great Lakes, and somehow (I don’t quite know how) wound up in a lake in Minneapolis. It figures!
(In all seriousness, we loved Scotland. Loved it. Even if we didn’t meet any mythical creatures).