Whisky. It's what's for breakfast.

My neighborhood distillery.  Pronounced like Glen Gear-ree

Rows and rows of the uisge beatha (water of life)

Precious treasure, protected by iron fencing.  I liked the contrast of
the circles and the spikes.

Fancy "nosing" glasses.  Similar to a wine tasting.
In fact, the second whisky we tasted was paired
with parmesan cheese!

This doric saying is for Andy!  <3

Stellar day.
1.  I did my first load of laundry, and hung it to dry in the back garden.  (I am ridiculously proud of this--more happy dancing)
2.  Took the first drive in my car, under John's watchful and patient eye.  He only had to tell me, "You might want to move a bit to the left, here" just once.  Thanks, John.
3.  Went on my first whisky tour--thank you, again, John--to my neighborhood distillery (stumbling distance away from my front door).  Tasted two spirits.  Yum!
4.  Had lunch in the local pub.  Was invited back.
5.  Tasted my first sticky toffee pudding.  Delicious.
6.  Used my new Sat Nav (GPS for you, Yanks) to drive into Aberdeen City.
7.  Bought a cell phone.  Finally.
8.  Drove back home, successfully navigating about 15 traffic circles, coloring between the lines, and mostly driving at speed.  Woot.

Tomorrow, a morning run, coffee with a new friend, and maybe a castle visit.