Last weekend, Kaylee and I decided to take a trip into Edinburgh to pick up a few things. She wanted to look for the Harley Davidson shop to buy a souvenir shirt for her stepdad and I wanted to get some postcards to send to my lovely friends and family back home. So we hopped on the route 49 bus and waited to arrive in Edinburgh. After a while, we didn't recognize any of the scenery around us. We were worried that we were going the wrong way, but I knew that we could figure out how to get to the city from where we were. We ended up in a village a few miles away from Dalkeith, Rosewell. The town was very quaint and beautiful because the sun was shining and the temperature was perfect. We didn't mind being "lost" because we found the right bus to get us into Edinburgh.
About halfway there, Kaylee said she wasn't feeling well. She had mentioned that she was beginning to feel motion sickness every time she rode the bus. Well we were only about 10-15 minutes away from the city center but I insisted that we got off the bus at the Royal Infirmary because Kaylee looked like she was about to be sick, and I don't deal well with sickness. I don't think I've ever seen her so pale. I was so proud of myself because I was being a lovely little nurse for her. She needed some time off of the bus, but we decided to head back to Dalkeith because Edinburgh would be too overwhelming. We planned to head into town this weekend instead.
The Village of Rosewell
The Royal Infirmary
My sick little friend feeling better
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