I'm back from the Sea. David and I take the dogs out most nights to the River Almond (pronounced Amman) to let them stretch their legs since they are rather large dogs.
Now were off to Celtic Park, or Parkhead. Scotland hosts a number of football clubs, but two of them stand above the rest. Celtic and Rangers. They come in first and second every year in the league since it began. They are both based in Glasgow, Scotland and Celtic is a Catholic team and Rangers is the protestant team. Dad and I are Celtic fans because that's how he grew up. We got to tour the park and see the locker room and the pitch (or the field). The tour was great and it was very neat seeing all of this stuff in real life. We were almost a part of an international scandal as my Dad puts it because while we were in the locker room someone had taken a jersey from one of the players named Nakamura. Turned out it was just a photographer.
During this journey to Parkhead, we got to see where my Granny grew up and lived. it was very surreal being in such as place. I never knew where my Granny had grown up before. We took pictures in front of the house, which I don't have for you now.
Afterwards we left off for the hotel
and got ready for the match. The line-up was Scotland vs. Croatia. It was a neat experience with all of the fans, but the game was nothing special to me and the fans had nothing on the Old Firm Match (Celtic vs. Rangers) that I saw on Saturday, but we'll get to that. There is a thing called the Hampden Roar. It is said to have been heard from MILES away. Flower of Scotland is the anthem of Scotland. anyway, that was the game. and after that was sleep. I felt so Scottish.Onward. So sorry you are receiving these in reverse, but it builds character.
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