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We left the luxury of Fell House and Keswick early this morning to catch our train to Edinburgh. After yet another night of mysteriously unfitful sleep it's getting to the point where I am tired to my bones. Edinburgh is chilly and hilly. We're staying at Brodies 2, a hostel given the thumbs up by Let's Go which as of yet has not steered my sister wrong. It's on the Royal Mile, up which we walked on our way to the castle. We stopped at the Museum of Childhood , full of old toys and dolls and doll houses and trains and everything you could imagine. Five floors of whimsical history! Loved it! Especially because it was free.  We stopped for a quick bagel ham sandwich and chicken and mayo panini and continued our trek up to the castle, which was windy and high and very cool. I especially enjoyed the exhibit on the American prisoners of war held there after their ship was captured by the British during the American Revolution.
After the castle, we just wandered around a bit and booked a ghost tour. We stopped for pizza and sat outside at Mamma's on the Grassmarket and tried to book lodgings for York and London. We went back to the hostel where I threw a large tantrum because "I just do not understand how an alleged 'four-star' hostel DOES NOT HAVE SOAP IN THE BATHROOM!" I was basically stamping my feet and busting out with the finger quotes. My sister sensed my surliness and said fuck it, we're getting doubles in a B&B and hotel in York and London. That is very nice of her. Big fat phew to that. The Witchery Ghosts and Gore tour was fun and the guys who led it were adorable. We wandered through the streets and I played a witch in thumbscrews and she got her hand chopped off for begging without a badge. 
The guys made the most of a very small crowd and we were both kind of in love with them! It was silliness mixed in with some trivia about the plague and sewage and beheadings and hangings and witches and bodysnatchers. The "ghost" described the punishment for fornication and the kid on the tour asked his parents, "What's fornication?" They shushed him, "We'll tell you later!" We loved the tour.  Now we're procrastinating going back to the hostel by sitting outside at Starbucks on the Royal Mile where I just drank a caramel macchiato and I am not fucking ashamed. If it's good enough for the Scots, it's good enough for me. And in closing, I would very much like to have fornicated with that guy in the wig and the kilt. Over and out. About this time in ...
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