Things are picking up. Not that they were slow to begin with.

Another week has passed, it seems....where on earth does the time go? I know, of course, that this is a cliché of a question, but between reading and research and basic life things time is scarce of late. This past week was what they call reading week here. Which basically means that, after they bog you down with an amount of reading that you couldn't possibly keep up with, you get a week to try to catch up. Which I have finally, mostly, accomplished. Though there are always additional assigned readings that could take me another couple of weeks to do. But oh well. I also signed up for a presentation on a case that went before the European Court of Human Rights that I have to give this coming Thursday....something that I thought I would have plenty of time to prepare for given the scheduling, but of course I now feel as though I'm scrambling to pull it together. But, no matter how that goes, it will be good practice.

In other school related news, our essay topics were assigned this week. Some are daunting, some interesting, others less so, but all are demanding in scope and one thing is sure; there won't be any chance to wonder what to do with my time for the foreseeable future. Assessment for courses is a bit different here than back home and not very forgiving. I'm taking four courses in total, aside from my dissertation. Two are year long, and two are semester long, and for each class I write one essay per semester...meaning that my entire grade for my semester-long classes lies in one essay, and two essays for my year long classes. And nothing can be redone. Ever. The big difference, however, is in the grading system. All papers are submitted anonymously and graded by professors and then checked by a board created for such purposes, and the grades themselves are done by percentage with excellent translating into a mark of 70%. It's going to be interesting and challenging and quite a lot is resting on a total allowance of 40,000 words.

All that said, I have been carting my little camera around with me on every errand I run and have collected a few more snapshots of the city to share with you all. ...And I also managed to make it on a ghost tour of the vaults under the city, as well!

On the left is the starting point, called Mercat Cross, where people used to be tortured for public enjoyment, and on the right is our lovely and entertaining guide.

And here's a peek into the vaults under Edinburgh. If you get a chance, I recommend looking the underground chambers up online, as they're quite interesting. Apparently people lived down there for quite some time until they were closed off in the late 18th century and they weren't reopened until the late 1990's.

And here is Grayfriar's Church and Kirkyard. The first is of course the church itself, the second is a neat grave with skull and crossbones all over the place, and below is a view of the kirkyard and a fun little tidbit about Edinburgh's history with dead bodies.

That's all for now, folks! I'll try not to let it be so long before I post again....

O.K., so no pirate graves cloaked in mist. Though perhaps I'll get out and take some of said photos tomorrow. Instead I have something entirely Scottish that I stumbled upon this weekend past.

You know you're in Scotland when you're walking down the street and happen upon a group of men dressed (only) in kilts, beating on drums and playing bagpipes. Somehow I don't think this happens anywhere else in the world.

With that, I will leave you until the morrow, when I will post more photos and a proper update.

A Misty Day in Edinburgh or, A Month In

I warrant it's time for another post.

I've now been in Edinburgh for an entire month, though it's hard to believe. Time is already passing quickly, though it also seems like things move very slowly here. An odd conflict in perception.

After being here for a month I am still trying to finalize the opening of my bank account. A word of advice to anyone thinking of living in Scotland, the Scots, although they have many marvelous qualities I am sure, are neither quick nor efficient. The post can take months to work its way across a single city. And bank accounts apparently routinely take weeks, if not months to open. And never hire a plumber. It's much faster to learn to do the work yourself.

All that aside, life at the University is far from slow. Though I only have three courses to attend, I find that I am up dawn til dusk nearly every day of the week reading and researching just to keep my head above water. And it's marvelous! A bit tiring, but I am taking in so very much real knowledge and being exposed to so much new thought. And I feel that what I am learning here has real applicable value in the world, a nice change from the realm of theory. I met my director of studies on Friday afternoon, and was greatly relieved to hear his warning against relying too heavily on my theoretical background in the world of international law. International law may seem theoretical in the States, but I assure you, it is a real, living thing....even when one's own country doesn't want to acknowledge it as such.

Edinburgh is rainy once more, having enjoyed a full three days of summer this last week. I wore my sandals, that I had feared I had brought in vain, on Friday and basked in the sun and balmy temperatures. And then the rain returned and the temperature dropped. Followed closely by the leaves. October has arrived and is refusing to go unnoticed. Today I took a short break, just before the evening rain and walked through Greyfriars' graveyard, through the misty centuries-old stones, past the place where the National Constitution was signed over three and a half hundred years ago, tramping through the wet gold of leaves.

My camera battery is dead once more, and once I get it recharged I will post some photos of the short Autumn here, and of the pirate's graves cloaked in mist.