Haggared

I'm looking and feeling rough. I stayed up until 4am last night. That means I was up for roughly 24 hours, plus I had little sleep the two nights before. I walked for about 6 hours yesterday touring. Then I met two fantastic women at the hostel and we hit the town, going from dinner to pub, to live music, to pub, with adventures outside in-between. Therefore you add in another 8ish hours of running around. It was a big day. I was really excited to meet Jamie (also eats gluten free) and Erica, we had a blast gabbing on what felt like every possible topic. For a moment, I felt like I was with Court and Bella in Italy again.

I woke up feeling like I might never drink again, haha. I have blisters from walking in flats last night. I'm sore and the jet lag has caught me. I was mad at myself laying in bed this morning. Telling myself "just get up" and feeling guilty. I feel guilty plenty enough, I don't need to feel that here. I feel guilty if I'm behind at work, for not eating right, not working out, guilty for being away from the cats, etc... This is my vacation! Which is exactly why I'm on a computer before I head out--because I love blogging here.

Today I do a haunted tour and have a dinner reservation for a gluten free Italian restaurant. I'm going to go search for comfort food now and maybe visit a museum in the meantime.

 Reading the gravestones at St. Cuthberts Cementary