A natural fortification on one of the highest points in the old town, Edinburgh Castle called the city into being in the 11th century and still silhouettes its skyline like a sleeping dragon. After you cross its moat and venture under it’s powerful gate, you find yourself in a small town on top of a rock. It is a rock that houses the city’s oldest structure–St. Margaret’s Chapel, a sacred spot with tiny stained glass windows and an altar that still looks viable. Across from St. Margaret’s, The Scottish National War Memorial reminded us more of a church than a hall to remember the fallen heroes of war, but it’s stained glass and sculpted walls tell the story of death and resurrection. The cannons, the history and the chance to taste some mead may entice you up the hill, but you will also enjoy the views from every direction. I will remember the dog cemetery, a patch of grass and small tombstones, honoring the beloved canines who served the brave soldiers of Scotland.
Crossing the Atlantic 