Haiku about Scotland:
Tartan kilt, whiskey.
Can't feel the wind on bare knees.
Match made in heaven.
In case you are wondering, there WERE men on the streets in Edinburgh wearing kilts but it was not quite as hot-men-in-kilts as I thought it was going to be. And honestly I have not worn a skirt here in 2 months and I'm a girl - it's cool at best. I am just trying to give you weather perspective here.
But I also noticed emerging from pubs how unimportant the weather became, if you get my drift [makes drinking motion with hand].
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