Scotland: Home of Golf

Gene said Edinburgh is one of his favorite cities ... now I get it. We kicked off the morning with a brutal uphill run which finally made me understand the term 'breathtaking' when we got to see the view from the top. In classic Geno style, we hit like 10 destinations before our train landed in the home of golf, Saint Andrews. And wow, what a site. Geno's friend Ken from Portland was incredibly generous and let us stay in his family home blocks away from the 18th hole on the "Old Course". (Our taxi driver almost called the police as he was convinced we had no right to be there - can't blame the guy.) Then I fell in love with golf all over after playing 18 holes and managing not to hit anyone in the head (sorry again Papa Gene). Click here for some fabulous pics.