So off we went down The Royal Mile and I swear, it has to be longer than just a mile. My fitbit was having a joyous celebration each and every day on my arm over the nearly 20,000 steps a day and usually, 15-20 flights of stairs climbed. We slept […]
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While we were in Manchester, Eric started getting sick and I mean really sick from exposure to some kind of crazy sick he contracted from the flying Petri dish we’d spent hellish hours in getting to the UK. By the time we got to Bathgate, he was in full on sinus and […]
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