(As previously seen on Writer With a Passport.)
It was Friday morning in Edinburgh, early May. The weather was unusually nice, and by nice, I mean that it was slightly overcast and in the low 60’s. I decided to take advantage of all things free in Edinburgh, and put the walking tour on my docket. There is no price charged for the tour itself, but the tour guides work on tips, so if you go on a walking tour there, bring some cash with you.
At 10:25am, one of the guides came to my hostel to lead us to the site where the tour would begin. There were a few friendly folks from my hostel who had the same plan as I, so we made small talk: Where are you from, where have you been, why are you in Scotland, etc.
We waited at the site pictured below until 11am, which is when the tour officially began.
We met our tour guide, Kiel, who happened to be from Australia, but called Scotland his adopted home. Right off the bat, Kiel was very amiable, knowledgeable, and just plain hilarious. My kind of tour guide. We started the tour by walking down The Royal Mile and headed to a church.
After walking for less than 5 minutes, it was already time for a sitting break. I thought: Man, I like this tour already! (Ha!) The church (or, kirk as they say in Scotland) is none other than the famous St. Giles’ Cathedral.
Kiel gave us some history about the kirk, but I honestly can’t remember any of it. So, if you’re really curious, click HERE to read some history and facts about St. Giles’. (You’re welcome.) In between history lessons, facts, and perfectly-timed jokes, Kiel had us all make short introductions: names and hometown. During that time was when I saw him–Nick, my soon-to-be instant friend for the day. Only, I had no clue. But that’s one of the coolest things about traveling: when you keep an open mind and let shyness take a back seat, you meet the most extraordinary strangers who become some of the coolest people you could ever encounter.
We continued on our walking tour, seeing all the things I put on my “to-do” list, including the cafe where JK Rowling wrote a lot of Harry Potter (check!), as well as the graveyard where she would go for inspiration–like name ideas for characters such as Tom Riddle and Professor McGonagall. Finally, we reached Grassmarket (click HERE to read all about it) and took a break.
This is where I discovered Mary’s Milk Bar for the first time. You can read my review by clicking HERE.
Just as I was finishing up the delicious and decadent dark hot chocolate with sea salt, the guy I had seen from earlier approached me. “How’s the hot chocolate?” he asked. “It’s SO good!” I excitedly told him. And for the rest of the tour, we chatted.
Nick told me how he was from the States but was living in Oxford for the year, working at CS Lewis’s house–don’t know what’s cooler than that! And I told him how I was living in Spain for the summer, but taking a holiday in Scotland.
When the tour was over, we happened to be in the same square as the admission-free Writers’ Museum, so we checked it out together. After that, I kind of invited myself along to hang out with Nick and be a part of whatever he was doing for the day. Since he had been to Edinburgh before, I relied on him to direct our next adventure. And what did he choose? To climb to Arthur’s Seat. I thought: How bad can it be?
Armed with my chucks, old lady beret, and chocolate running through my veins, I said: “Sure, why not?”
And, truly, it’s not a bad climb at 822 ft. But I hadn’t been on a hike of that magnitude for quite some time.
Things started out easy enough, and with such great company, I was like: I’ve SO got this. We took every opportunity to admire the view, and also stopped at some ruins.
Nick and I continued our ascent to Arthur’s Seat. Every time we paused (for my sake), I was overwhelmed by the beauty of this spectacular city.
There was one point where I didn’t think I could make it the rest of the way…probably at the halfway point. While we sat, I confessed to Nick that I have Fibromyalgia. Though I am SO MUCH better, especially since living in Europe for the past two months, I sometimes get easily tired or have pain. I am by no means a lazy person, and I enjoy exercise. However, the past several years, living with pain and fatigue and trying to figure out how to improve my standard of living has been somewhat difficult. (Not to mention having knee surgery two years ago, relieving lots of pain, but rendering my knee changed forever.)
But Nick cheered me on, saying: “You can make it!” And it revived my determination. I was going to reach the top, no matter what.
So, I took a long sip of water, and started again.
With Nick’s patience (thank you, Nick, if you’re reading this!) and the gorgeous views, I wasn’t going to let anything stand in my way of making it to the top for the ultimate view of the city in its entirety. We continued to take little breaks, and I took about a bajillion and one pictures.
By the way, though it’s not certain that the legendary King Arthur himself sat on this “mountain” (it’s more of a grand hill, really), it is rumored that it is a possible location for the famous Camelot. Also, Arthur’s Seat has been mentioned quite a bit in literature. Regardless of the actual, factual reality, I’d say that it’s a must-see while visiting Edinburgh. Click HERE to read more on hiking the hill.
I was overjoyed that I was able to make it to Arthur’s Seat. The views were worth it, but it meant more to me than that. Maybe it sounds corny, but as I continue to recover from some difficult years of sickness and pain, it was a symbol of how far I’ve come–how much my body is now able to handle. And sometimes, part of traveling means that you accomplish extraordinary things–things you may not have otherwise done in your own hometown.
When we got back down to the bottom, I looked up to the top of Arthur’s Seat and felt a smile crawl across my face: I did it.
I will always remember the day I climbed to Arthur’s Seat. And if I ever make it back to Edinburgh, I’d climb it again in a heartbeat. I’ll be forever grateful to Nick who was very encouraging while I made the trek with him, especially because I probably wouldn’t have done it without him.
After coming back “home” to Alicante, I was so ready to tackle another hill–the hill that leads up to the Castillo de Santa Barbara (which I’ll write about in another post), and I did it! It was easier than Arthur’s Seat, but still gave me a good workout.
As you travel, or even “staycation,” I would like to encourage you to try something new like I did. You never know what new friends and adventures are waiting for you.
Until next time…cheers! xx