The flight to Edinburgh was pleasant- good dinner, greasy
breakfast- but I got only a couple of hours of sleep, which is usual for me on
transatlantics. We landed at 7:30 AM and
I couldn’t get into my Airbnb apartment till 3 PM. I took the bus into Waverly Station, dropped
off my bags at an Airbnb office nearby and headed for the National Museum. I was pleasantly surprised at how quickly the
time passed. At about 2:30 I trekked
back to the office, picked up my bags and began the hike to my apartment. It started to rain and I was walking against
the wind, but I powered on (I did have a rain jacket) because I was too cheap
to get a taxi and exercise is always good.
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| Beautiful even in the rain. |
I finally reached it- a third-floor walkup, which I knew- and couldn’t
get the lock box with the key to open even with the combination they supplied. I tried to call the office and my phone
wouldn’t work locally. I found a café
run by a lovely Frenchwoman who made me a glass of coffee (very European) and
loaned me her phone to call the office.
They sent over a nice young man who, instead of trying to yank it open
at the top, lifted the front “door” off the box revealing the key. OK, I felt like an idiot. He was very nice. Having already bought provisions on my walk,
I gratefully settled in for the evening.
The first day is always the hardest.
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| View from the courtyard of my apartment. |
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| A reminder (posted near my apartment) of the impact of Airbnb on the residents. |
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