After making sure she didn’t feel guilty about the “nice” guy from the airport, I tried helping with the lost luggage. I told her that we should tell the hostel staff about it to ask their advice. It was probably not the first time that happened.
It was my last day in Edinburgh and I was sitting in the dining room of my hostel, having breakfast. A really good breakfast actually. Authentic orange juice, pastries and a coffee. The hostel was a bit expensive, but it was really cool and, for once, I liked not feeling poor by staying in a very basic hostel. Anyway, I was fully satisfied with my morning. Until she arrived.
While I was living in London, I visited many countries far far away from Kingsbury, where my house was. Scotland was just too near, I guess. I kept telling myself that I could go anytime. Just before going back to France, in August, I booked my stay in Edinburgh.
