Where's Jean?

My body got back to Indianapolis last Sunday at midnight, and my mind and soul have pretty much caught up. Five days of sluggishness for five hours difference in time is normal, I hear. I don't know how world travelers handle this!

I haven't been blogging from Scotland as I had expected. My days were wonderfully full of touching and smelling and seeing, and I didn't want to stop to write. And I've had very limited access to the internet. My home base, after leaving Glasgow, was the Aigas Field Centre in Beauly, near Inverness, and there was no access there. (That's ehre the picture was taken, with me in my Robertson tartan in the dining room of the home of Lady Lucie Lister-Kaye, a MacIntosh.)

When I went to Orkney, I figured there wouldn't be easy access in a place so remote, and didn't take my mini-computer. Alas, I figured wrong.

Now I'm home sitting with my new desktop, getting used the strange keyboard and the latest Microsoft Word, emailing myself pictures I had uploaded to the mini-computer, and discovering that I can't "paste" to the blog from Word, or even check spelling. (Patience!) I'll be turning on some good Scottish music to help me go back to Barra and Glasgow and Beauly and Orkney. The music isn't just bagpipes; it's fiddles and whistles and flutes and the bodhran (drums), too! Good sound for my heart.

I'll be reminiscing here shortly. Meanwhile, PEACE!