October 20, 2002 - Page 3

This costly fiasco could not bring me down (it’s only plastic money, right?) and I was able to enjoy my visits to the Royal and Ancient Golf Club in St. Andrews, birthplace of the sport of kings, and the bus tour through the gorgeous and intimidating Scottish highlands. And I can assure you there’s no need to worry; I have no signs of the Loch Ness monster to report.

My Scottish tour wrapped up at Stirling, famed battlefield of Sir William Wallace and site of many statues bearing an uncanny resemblance to Mel Gibson, of all people.

When it came time to leave Scotland after almost five days, the small country had cemented its place as my favorite spot in the world, even if someone was travelling through it with my railpass. As I’ve learned in French 110, c’est la vie.