I am in Scotland

Okay, so I wrote this a couple of days ago, but haven't had a chance to post it untill now, so you'll probably feel that this is a bit outdated and this is what you do then. Nag on Lena to make her post something and I'll promise to update a little quicker with the actual life in Scotland.

As you probably understand I am in Scotland. Right now. It’s kind of unbelievable. I’m just going to start with a quick summary. I am in Scotland, more precisely in a small town called Alloa. Alloa is the largest city in the county Clackmannanshire, and it’s actually a bit smaller than Molde! I’m staying here in a very large, old English house, with what seems as a very pleasant family of four. I haven’t actually met the daughter in the house, but the rest of the folks seem very nice.
I left Molde a rainy Friday evening (just last Friday really), with the plan of driving to Oslo so that I could reach my flight at a quarter to seven. This of course meant I had to be at Gardermoen airport at a quarter to five, which was jolly fun obviously.
Now here’s a quick little fun fact before I proceed: When travelling (at least with planes) you need your passport. Leaving without it and then driving for say, thirty minutes means you’ll have to go back and then leave again which will cost you about an hour. Not that I would know anything about this by personal experience. Of course not, I’m just saying.
Anyway, we finally reached Gardermoen in the early morning, just in time, and here we met yet another challenge. This is probably a good time to tell y’all that I always get these sorts of troubles when traveling, and that this time I had a lot of them.
In the last letter I received from EF I was told to meet up at a BIG stone sculpture at the right of the entrance. Now, when you enter Gardermoen it is quite correctly a big sculpture shaped as a stone that catches your eye, only it’s to your left. So my mum and I walked over there thinking whoever had written the letter didn’t know left from right although that seemed a bit dodgy. Still, by the big stone sculpture we actually met another EF student so it couldn’t be all wrong. Then my stepfather called and told us that on the other side of the airport (to the right) there was a sculpture as well, only this wasn’t BIG, it was actually quite small, shaped like an upside down U and made of steel. See how I was confused there? Now, to all of my friends who are also travelling with EF this year. If your letter says to meet by the BIG (yes, in capital letters) stone sculpture, what they really mean is the small steel sculpture.
Then EF realized that because of some technical problems they hadn’t actually booked my ticket. Now, if I may ask, why does that kind of thing always happen to me? This made it so that I was placed by myself on both flights and then, as if that wasn’t enough, the grumpy tax free lady forgot to give me my boarding card back so that I had to run across the airport like a maniac, in heels as well, while the other passengers started boarding the plane. Luckily things went a lot better after that point, the other EF students travelling to Scotland were all quite pleasant and I had a good time travelling with them. After a short wait at the airport in Edinburgh my host-parents came to meet me and we drove to their home in Alloa where I got to meet their oldest son. Their daughter will be home in a couple of days.
Scotland met me with a clouded sky and lots of wind, the best weather we get here according to Fraser. And tomorrow I’m starting school; I’m sort of starting to dread that to be honest. It feels very strange being here, I can’t really explain it, but I believe Jannicke and Lena will understand when they have arrived in Tokyo and Blackpool respectively. It feels like so much has happened, but at the same times nothing really worth mentioning. Also, I feel a bit like a nag right now. This became quite long, but in my defense there was a lot to tell. And I think I’m all out of words now, I’ll write some more later or tomorrow or something.