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Damn you Scotland
 After leaving Champage I took an extra day and went to visit a distillery in Scotland. I had to fly from Paris to Manchester (short flight) and got to experience the quirkiness/crappiness/bad-signage/loopy layout that is the Manchester airport (I just realized that I had been there before – crazy car rental adventure (and wedding)). Then I took a very small plane to Inverness. Bumpy.Weather Somehow, the weather was gorgeous. Sunny. Clear. Kind of… warm. This was northern Scotland in February. I need to start playing the lottery.  Glenmorangie House Oh my. I had a distillery tour the next morning (after a wonderful breakfast) and due to some scheduling conflicts, it was all over by noon. So I returned to the house, had lunch, and then went for a wonderful walk near the sea.  Glorious scenery. Oooooh. Ahhhhhhh. For real. Glorious. I took a long walk up the coast, came back and took a bath, and then had dinner with a group of visiting Germans who have a whisky club and travel together visiting whisky sites around the world. Luckily, they mostly all spoke English. Great meal. Fun conversations. Much scotch drank.  At the end of the meal, as we sat by the fire, they toasted the evening and told me I was their welcomed ninth member (as their the traditional ninth member had gotten older and sicker and wasn’t traveling). I was given business cards and invites to come visit Germany or the USA were traded. It was totally fun. Did I mention the scenery? 
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