It is amazing how a piece of you can ache for a place after you leave...even if you never thought you'd feel that way. Such is the case with Scotland.
When I left Seattle for Aberdeen, I missed Seattle everyday that I was gone. Now I'm in Dakar, and there is a part of me that pines for a glimpse of rolling green hills, men in kilts, and a harsh Scottish brogue. (Clarification - I don't miss Aberdeen at all, just the other bits of Scotland!) Of course I still miss Seattle, but at this point, Scotland is more of a recent memory.
The clean, lush beauty that can be found all over the UK is hard to top.
