Colds and Ceilidhs

Colds: not so good. Ceilidhs: totally make up for them. I am spending today recovering from the choice to go to my second ceilidh last night. I just couldn't resist. For those who don't know, ceilidhs (cay-lees) are scottish dances, and SO MUCH FUN. I don't even like to dance. Steph, you would love it. They are kind of like the very energetic, easy version of those dances you see in Pride and Prejudice. Or...scottish square dancing. Somewhere between the two. The best part has to be when you hold hands with your partner and they spin you around as fast as they can. Plus, there are an enormous amount of Northern Irish students at Stirling, so I definitely wasn't the only one having to learn the dances. All in all, it had to be one of the best nights so far. 

I posted a picture of my first ceilidh I went to, set up by the church in Glasgow. It was just as great, PLUS it had a live fiddler and all the guys were in kilts. How great is that?