Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3!

So here it is, my first blog.... I hope I don't bore ya'll too much. So, it's been an interesting month to put it mildly. Lets see, I started Marius on solid foods, traveled half-way across the globe with him by myself, and moved us to Scotland.
I felt like Dorothy stepping outside after the tornado when I arrived in Scotland. It hit me as soon as I saw a man in a plaid skirt (technically a kilt, but a skirt non-the-less) outside of the airport. The feeling persisted as I clutched my sweater, which barely kept me warm at midday in the July gloom that apparently lasts year-round. I still get Dorothy moments when I see the munchkin size cars on the road, look the opposite direction when crossing the street, unscrew a light bulb (don’t even get me started on the light bulbs here!), turn on the stove (I risked life and limb to bake a B-day cake for Simon, but we're still alive!), bag my own groceries at the market, or try to decipher the words coming out of our neighbour’s mouth (I swear she speaks Portuguese, but Simon insists it‘s English…). But then I also get moments were I am totally enamoured with this fantasy (a.k.a Harry Potter-like ) land , like when I see the castle downtown, stop and think that many of the buildings in my neighbourhood existed before the California Missions were even conceived of, hear a beautiful Scottish accent that I actually do understand, bite into a chocolate McVitie, and when I see bunnies hopping around on the greenest and unirrigated grass I’ve ever seen in my life (think Teletubbies).
So, my first two weeks in Scotland were spent waiting for our luggage and stroller (called a push chair here) to arrive, getting over my jetlag , getting over Marius’s jetlag, unpacking boxes and boxes from the move, then packing for a much needed trip to Spain, then waiting for British Telecom to hook up our phone and finally internet.
But now we're all settled in. Great, now all I need to do is find some things to do outside of the apartment and meet some people. No matter how much you love your kid, a mommy still needs some adult conversation other than the checkout guy at the grocery store to keep her sanity. And unfortunately mine is running a bit thin these days! But once the "holidays" (aka summer vacation) are over Marius and I will be enrolled in just about every mother-baby class in the city! We're taking swimming, shiatsu, and sing and sign classes! Too fun! I can't wait.