December 2. It was a cold and windy day as two young adults stepped out of the warmth of their hostel, turned left and headed for Waverly Bridge. They then crossed that bridge, turned right and headed up a semi-busy road toward Calton Hill. Now Calton Hill is no ordinary hill; it's not your basic natural elevation of the earth's surface, for on this protuberance of dirt and ancient volcanic rock there stands the city of Edinburgh's observatory and a monument of the proud nation of Scotland. Nah, I'm just messing with you. Calton Hill, is not as exciting as I talked it up to be--we didn't even go into the observatory (because it was closed, I mean it's not like we didn't try to get in). But it did have a lot of neat architecture. And after we snapped a few pictures, drank the final dregs of our Starbucks beverages, we made our way back, detouring through a cemetery.
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