Well, we arrived in Scotland, safe and sound, but a wee bit exhausted, as Will will attest. (He’s apparently a “wee fellow” here, an expression I love.) We had a quite fine, but extremely noisy flight from Portland to Amsterdam (it was like a very poorly run kindergarten class in our section), so Will wasn’t able to sleep at all. But upon arriving at Amsterdam, Will was able (and eager) to wish the Pink Martini maestro Thomas Lauderdale “Happy Birthday,” since he was just off our flight to Amsterdam to “mix” his fourth album. He’s a gracious Portlander and was very sweet to Will.

Anyhow, Will hit the wall waiting in Amsterdam, slept on the plane to Glasgow, slept in the car to Edinburgh, arrived in our hotel room saying, “The best thing of all, there is a bed.” He took a bath, commenting, “How do you know these things? (that taking a bath after a horrendous travel day makes you feel better.) My hair smelled like chicken nuggets.”

So we’re napping until dinnertime, then out to see the city and get on the correct time zone. It’s a beautiful city, and we are quite keen to explore. That sounds like something Rehan would say, so I’m sticking with it. We send good vibes to all from Scotland.