August 12th 2000
"Today was our last day in Scotland, our second to last day in Europe. Mom didn't feel well today, so Joe, Katie and I took a taxi into the city to meet dad at a pub. We found dad (I got another chocolate bar) and dad gave us 40£ to spend on our last souvenirs and brass rubbings. The Brass rubbing place was cool. I made two, Katie made two, and I got Joe to make a dragon for Sally. It added up to about 8 pound, and we were all starving so we went to Pizza Hut. The bill added up to 17 pounds! So there went some money. I got a cute little scottie dog toy for Nicole, and Joe got some things for Paul and Brendon, so we spent all of our money. Those were the last things we could get. After all that, we took the bus to some friends house, who has three children. Tessa is 5, Fraiser is 9, and the other one, I can't remember his name, is 11, but turning 12 this year, and he is cute, but not HOTT! His brother is sort of too. Their little sister, Tessa, is a cutie. Euan (The cute 11 year old) kept asking me all these questions about the U.S. He is going to be my pen pal! He asked me if he sent me a pound, would I send him a dollar, and what is a buck, and why do you call your trousers "pants"? He is starting High School (as they call Junior High) this Wednesday. I am so excited that I finally have a pen pal! I mean, in second grade we had "linked" pen pals. Like, they lived up the street, but now I have one halfway across the world! That is so cool.
When we came home, we packed. Tonight is our last night in Scotland. Tomorrow is the long train from Scotland to London. I've gotta get some sleep, so good night!"
The family we went to visit was the same family that came to my dad's show. I don't know how I didn't make that connection... or at least write about it. Euan was all on board to be my pen pal, and when I got home I sent him a big ol' letter with pictures, and a dollar bill. I heard he got the letter on his birthday and that was all he cared about, which was sweet. But I never, EVER heard from him. So much for being pen pals. He never wrote back to me, and we haven't written or talked since. I actually found his address on a page in my diary. Maybe one of these days I'll write to his family and see what he's up to. I'll bet he's on Facebook, but how many Scottish Euan Hendersons do you think there are? A billion. That's how many.
No comments:
Post a Comment