And I wish this WP editor was more appealing…

Anyway, I keep thinking of Mor Bakehouse along the Royal Mile and their chunky chicken pie. So good. Flaky and full of chicken and cheese and creamy white sauce.

I also miss the total lack of racism. Good lord. Not two minutes after getting to my seat on my return flight, the American woman from Denver turned to me and asked, “Are you really from America?” And that just reminded me that everywhere I go here, there’s that godawful undercurrent of racism. I just want to be free. I am not my ethnicity. Eat shit, racists.