Driving in Scotland

Even though Scotland is not my "final destination," it's a stop I'm making for a good month, so I thought I might begin my blog here. To those who might not be aware (and I can't think of anyone who would read this who isn't, but it's a concession I'll make to cyberspace), I'm an American who has decided to run off and live in Germany for the foreseeable future. I don't want to go into my various plans right now, but I'm a classical singer, and the end goal is a career doing that. So there's your introduction.

My dad and Amber took me out driving yesterday- from the house they're renting near Aberdeen to the one near Keith, into which they will be moving in a few months. On the narrow, winding roads it was mildly terrifying, but I did pretty well on the roundabouts. It's difficult to judge the width of the car when you're disoriented. Also, the rear view mirror feels like it's in the wrong place. It was mostly country back-road and highway driving, though, so the drivers were apparently "not as aggressive as the ones in Aberdeen," where my dad wants to take me next, as he excitedly informed me this morning. If you pray, then pray for me.

As I am now unpacked, and pretty-much un-jetlagged, I'm planning on using this morning to start on some new music. Unfortunately, I rather stupidly packed all of the sheet music I wanted to learn in the trunks which are being shipped by sea, so I'll have to use what I have in the four anthologies I brought in my suitcase. I haven't seriously practiced in about a month (opera workshop performances, papers and finals and graduation and moving and saying goodbyes and God Bless Americas have given me just about no time whatsoever for the actual reason I'm moving), so I'm sure I'll have some cobwebs to brush away.

As a matter of interest, the sun has finally shown its face, which is wonderful, because I really haven't seen it yet in Aberdeen (I arrived on Saturday). Hopefully the highland cows in the pasture next to the house are enjoying it. By the way, I think I've described highland cows to some of you, who were fairly incredulous, so here is a picture:
Auf Wiedersehen.