After a bit of a rest, I suggested a day trip to Edinburgh. Hearing no objection, our crew took a cab to the Glasgow train station for a very pleasant forty-five minute ride through very green countryside, into Edinburgh Waverly. Since only two of us had spent time in Edinburgh, we hopped on a tour bus, hopping off at Edinburgh Castle. It takes hours to appreciate the architecture, engineering, and number of sagas and battles over the centuries resulting in change-of-control of this edifice. Scottish DNA must include a fighting gene, but also a poetry gene. We walked the Royal Mile and sampled “Scottish tapas” with our “flights” of single malts. Several of us shopped for loved ones. The train ride home allowed some to nap, confirming the wisdom of our decision to “stay put” in Prestwick.