St. Andrews

Following Thanksgiving, I spent a few days roaming around the great little town of St. Andrews, Scotland. It is located on the eastern shore of the English Island, about an hour and forty minutes by bus away from Edinburgh. It is an old town, and besides many ruins (castle and cathedral, the two most famous) is the place where the sport of golf was invented.

But for me, one of the most exciting aspects of my St. Andrews visit was that the town gets about as excited as I do about the coming of the Christmas season. The Saturday after my Thanksgiving feast, the town had a town Christmas light lighting ceremony where we counted down and all of the lights that were strung up along the streets were lit up. There was also a Christmas band and carolers in the streets: a good way to start being excited about the holidays.

Besides my Christmas enthusiasm, I saw the great architecture of the the old Scots and what beaches look like in Scotland. I enjoyed a beach bonfire, which was very interesting on the very cold beaches of Scotland, but that's exactly the point of a bonfire. I also took a bus trip to Anstruther, which is a town over, and has been repeatedly voted to have the best fish and chips in Britain. And, of course, I found myself eating a lot of scones.