After a few short days in Edinburgh, Michael and I took a deep breath and headed back to the airport to pick up our rental car. Although we've rented cars a number of times in France, the prospect of driving on the left hand side of the road (as is their backwards custom in the UK) from a drivers' seat on the right side of the car, shifting gears with your left hand - was absolutely daunting. But if we were going to see this wild and crazy country on our own terms, it was just one of those things that needed to be done. First stop? The Anstruther Fish Bar in a fishing village on our way to St Andrews - but let's be honest, Anstruther is worth a mention as a destination in its own right. I have been waiting to return to this chip shop for over 10 years since I last visited with my family, and man, was it worth the wait! Both Michael and I thoroughly enjoyed a generous portion of haddock, chips and mushy peas. After stuffing our faces with deep fried British goodness, we drove the rest of the way to the town where I spent a year of my life during my last year of college at the University of St Andrews. It was such a Here's a throw back to my early days at St Andrews in 2002 (ignore my messy closet!). Although I have certainly changed since those carefree college days 13 years ago, with the exception of new restaurants and bars, the town is entirely the same. I guess that's not surprising given that the University was founded in 1413. I have been dreaming of going back to St Andrews for almost as many years as I've been away. It was incredibly special to be able to show Michael the place where I lived and laughed and learned for a truly excellent year of my life. We didn't have time to linger more than a day in St Andrews, but it was enough time to stop by and pay homage to The Old Course, thoroughly walk the three main streets of the town, and eat dinner in a pub that was once where I lived. Good old Hamilton Hall is sadly no longer with the University, but has since been turned into luxury apartments with a pub on the ground floor. It was as close as I was going to get to eating under the old roof!
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