Last week In my Shepherd’s Pie post, I mentioned that I had rediscovered the dish while on a trip to Scotland. What I didn’t mention was that this trip to Scotland was part of a two week concert tour in the British Isles with a group that I used to perform with. I learned a lot about myself during that trip. For instance, I realized that I would have never made it in a rock band. Being stuck for days on end in a smelly, run down bus, staying in a different dive hotel every night and eating in greasy spoons are not my idea of a good time. I’m not very good at “roughing it”. I get cranky when I’m not comfortable. Just ask those poor people who were travelling with me. I’m sure they’d be only too happy to tell you! In fact, I was such a “Diva”, they even gave me my own tiara.
See that menacing looking guy in the right corner. He was our evil tour manager. He hated me. I hated him too. He refused to stop for potty breaks until at least ten people had to go. Do you know what it’s like riding along bumpy country roads in a rickety old tin can of a bus for over two hours when you have to pee? I do, and it ain’t pleasant.
But, there are some advantages to living a nomadic lifestyle. When I wasn’t complaining about the crappy mode of transportation, the sub-par accommodations or the mean tour manager, I really enjoyed soaking up the local color of my surroundings – especially in the breathtaking heather-lined hills of the Scottish Highlands and the lush, verdant valleys in the Irish countryside. read more >>