A Country for me

From the time I was very small, I have had an affinity, or obsession, whatever you may want to call it, with Scotland. I remember as a grade-schooler and learning about the lochs and plaids, and the bagpipes, I felt it calling to me. Over and over again, I would find myself drawn to stories that took place there, and imagining myself trudging along the Highland hills with whatever character has the good fortune to be constructed there.

I've never had the opportunity to visit, and it is on my "bucket list" to do someday before I "kick the bucket", but I yearn to go. Part of my ancestry hails from Scotland, although I'm not as familiar with it as I should be. I know that a large portion of my heritage hails from Sweden, and I would also like to visit there, but it doesn't hold the same fascination or pull for me as does the wilds of the Highlands.

Someday I'm sure that I will have the chance to walk along the glens with Daniel. I even picture the poor man wearing a kilt, but that is pure fantasy. Oh, Daniel would happily oblige with the kilt part, but Scotland is low on the priority list right now.

So, for the time being, it remains on my "bucket list", and I endeavor to find as much to read where I can find a haven in Scotland.