The most anticipated part of our Scotland vacation happened on day four when, after hours of driving, we finally promenaded over the hill and into Glencoe territory.
Nine years ago—almost to the week, even—I stood in this very spot and posed for a photo with my friends Evan, Francie, China and Ashley.
I knew when I was planning this trip for my mom and sister that I wanted to bring them to this little slice of heaven nestled deep in the Western Highlands. I wanted them to fall in love with Scotland every bit as much as I have over the last decade: swiftly, madly and deeply at first, as all good affairs start.
This area has always been cherished by the Scots, but has perhaps become more of a traveler draw after being featured prominently in movies such as the Harry Potter flicks—can’t you just envision the Hogwarts Express chugging along there in the distance?—and now Brave.
While what ultimately bothered me about San Francisco was the ever-present fog and gloom, in Scotland, it just seems wrong to have purely sunny days.
So Scotland had to go and be so stereotypical for us by offering up the greenest valleys punctuated by stormy skies and bright beams of sun peeking through the ether.
And a plethora double rainbows.
I mean, way to bring your A-game, Glencoe. Is there a spot in this country that isn’t akin to heaven on Earth? As if we could even contemplate leaving feeling anything but filled up and perfectly satisfied.