The Isle of Skye. Even the name sounds mythical. It’s reputation, what little I knew of it, was of a place with spectacular views around every corner. Thus my excitement when, while researching a trip to Scotland, I found a tour option that included this potential feast for the eyes. This stop could be the highlight of the trip.
But how did it measure up?
What to do, what to do?
On a typical Monday afternoon I do a volunteer shift at a local animal shelter, showing cats for adoption or doing a bit of socialization with them if things are slow. But this past Monday I had a quandary.
November in the Pacific NW can be a lovely time – fall colors abound, the air smells of the fresh mulch of fallen leaves, and a mere hike around the neighborhood can be an adventure.
But it can also be wet. Soggy even. What can you do when it’s so gray and gloomy even the sky is crying?
It’s a grey, drizzly morning in Innsbruck, Austria on a walk from the hotel to “the Golden Roof” and umbrellas are popping up like mushrooms. Black ones, pink ones, blue ones, stripes, tartan patterns, corporate logos, touristy logos, you name it.
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