Campus life all over again.

I remember the day that I told myself I wanted to study at St. Andrews University near Leuchars, Scotland.

That very same voice assured me that Ryerson University in Toronto would be the best place to get ahead.

Well, I went with Ryerson.

Now that we're here in St. Andrews I'm second guessing that voice. The weather is cold and ever so bone chilling, but we bundle up and walk up and down the streets hand in hand. We can avoid the piles of students our age speaking in a variety of British accents.

This place seems like not only a load of fun, but magnificently magical.

Strangely, I'm reminded of my youth here in this ancient city where golf was invented.

The weather is cooperating and the people we're meeting are making the trip for us. It seems everywhere we go the second we meet other Canadians there is an instant bond.

Our evening was contrasted with a few hours shivering as we explored the narrow cobble stone streets in this university town, to then head out for fajitas and margarita shots with two Canadian girls we met at the hostel. Frigid to hot. Way to mix it up when it's so damp and cold.

We're heading up to Aberdeen tomorrow to see what it's all about. I may have to find myself a lambs wool sweater on the way. Cold, oh so cold.