On Sunday we went to a Scottish Highland Festival. Hands down, it was the best festival that we had ever been to. There were Scottish activities galore: caber tossing, dogs hearding ducks, falcon shows, dancing contests, bagpipe contests, live 1740’s infantry display, and much more.
We didn’t bring any water so by the end I was quite thirsty. On the way out there was a stall intended to raise support for clean water in Africa. You could pay a pound and select from a few dozen mystery bags to see if you would get the “dirty river water,” a bottle of water, or a spe
cial bottle of wine. I handed Natania a pound and asked if she could pick out one of the bags with bottled water in it. It just so happened that the one bag she picked had the wine in it. It was the first and only time that I will ever have slight remorse after winning a contest. We’ll enjoy the wine sometime, but when you want water, wine doesn’t cut it.
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