Miss Eastin Goes to Aberdeen

Arrived Saturday. Very tired. So far, I've only made an idiot out of myself twice. Once for confusing the electric kettle in my room for an iron and once for asking what a "queue" was in reference to clubbing. Met lots of people and trying very hard not to forget their names. Here are some pictures of the Manchester airport, my room, and one of Kirsty, my neighbor to the right.