We made it back to Munich (two hours later than originally intended, thanks DB Bus system). Things got ridiculously Bavarian.
We went to the Hofbräuhaus and had a stereotypical German meal, I tried on a Dirndl, we went through Nymphenburg and the Residence Castle, touched the noses of the four lion statues for good luck, had a cake picnic in the English Gardens, visited a royal crypt, got to listen to/take a picture with a street yodeler (I was just standing there listening to him in a crowd, not even taking a picture, and he asked me if I was from the U.S.A.! Am I that obvious? I thought I could pass for German...), and I stayed at my first youth hostel. A surprisingly nice one. It rained off and on for most of our time there.
After the one full day in Bavaria, I then got four hours of sleep. I had to get up at 3:45 to go to the airport (thanks, taxi driver Erik). At the Munich airport, I got to dine on youth hostel cheese for breakfast by myself.
My first plane was to Amsterdam where I ended up having to go through a passport check after landing and while in an extreme hurry, so now I have a Netherlands stamp in my passport! Then I had to run to get to my plane to Edinburgh. First thing I see in the terminal: a guy who looks an insane amount like Daniel Radcliffe (picture in the "Pictures" page). It wasn't him though.
But I'm finally here! I met six of the other students doing the intern program (apparently there are 20 of us total). We got to walk around Edinburgh for a bit, get lost, find our way back. It's really nice. Everything is so beautifully old and quaint.
A lot less Yes/No propaganda than I thought there would be.
But I did notice (proof of my advertising nerdy-ness) the Edinburgh logo about town. I actually read through all of Edinburgh's brand book a couple months ago (http://www.edinburghbrand.com/using_the_brand/edinburgh_brand_guidelines.aspx). There it was, looking just like it was supposed to!
It's also unbelievablely wonderful to have English back, as cool as other languages are. Not being in an English dominated area really made me realize that most of my humor is based on the English language and wouldn't translate well. Or I'm just not funny. That could also be it.
Apparently our family stay is also this weekend, so we get a few hours to move into our flats on Friday, then it's off to spend a weekend with hospitable strangers. Then classes start on Monday. Insane.
I made it to Scotland was the important takeaway from this, though.