Brussels, Bruges, London and Edinburgh

Well, after various adventures (including yet another unexpected train rerouting...completely not my fault this time), we are here enjoying the ruggedness, accents and ale in Edinburgh (well, that last one really just applies to me, actually, I suppose). But, of course, Belgium and London were in there, as well, since I last updated this thing.
Yeah, pretty much it just seems like there's too much in there to write about any of it well, so it's sort of demotivating to try. Condensing takes such effort...
Okay, the really really condensed version:
Brussels: Mneh.
Bruges: Much better. (Mum wants me to mention that, while it's not The Netherlands, being Flemish it does in fact have windmills. No clogs, though.)
London: Two shows. And one of them was Les Mis. Really, need I say more? Oh, and I ordered my first pint. A landmark life experience. (Of course, it was with my mother. But hey. She also came when I got my first nose-piercing. Apparently it's a thing we have.)
Glasgow: Unexpected stop on the way to Edinburgh. A train derailed between London and Edinburgh (not the one we were on, thankfully, and no, I don't know what kind of train it was or if everyone was okay, but I certainly hope everyone is), closing the tracks, so we had to go the roundabout way. But we got here just fine.
Edinburgh: Castle-y. And full of plaid. Quite lovely, in fact. And tonight we're off on a literary tour celebrating the Scottish triumvirate: Sir Walter Scott, Robert Louis Stevenson, and good ol' Robbie Burns. Hopefully there will be some haggis in there, too. Vegetarian haggis.
Of course, there's much more to share: pictures to show and humorous anecdotes to relate. But I don't have time for that now. So I guess we'll just have to hang out when I get back.
Okay, I'm off. Later.