I know that it's a good day when I see both Scotland, and Davis

It had been nearly 24 hours since I last rested my eyelids, but somehow, the spirits of Scotland and the presence of Davis granted me a second wind.
Davis was nice enough to wake up bright and early to meet my mom and I at the Edinburgh Airport, where the three of us took a red, double-decker bus from the airport to the train station.
Seeing the old, stone buildings, churches, houses and castle on our drive to the station was only a preview for a trip we will take later in the week.
An hour train ride dumped us in St. Andrews, where a taxi driver, with the thickest of Scottish accents shuffled us to Hebburn Gardens - a bed and breakfast where my mom was going to sleep for the week. Hebburn was perfectly placed at the end of a long, pebbled driveway, walled by high, green bushes.
Davis said that we could walk from the bed and breakfast to his flat. I was completely unaware of how small St. Andrews really was. With only three main streets parallel to each other, St. Andrews can be walked in an hours time. I wouldn't be surprised if Tiger Woods could hit a golf ball across the small town.
After meeting two of Davis's four roommates, Quinton and Skyler, and then dropping off my luggage in Davis's family room, Davis led us on a walk through the pretty town.
The first place that I wanted to see in Scotland was the Old Course, where the great game of golf was invented. So, after a beer and some pasta at 1 Golf Place, a pub chipping distance away from the St. Andrew Club House, Davis, my mom and I walked to one of the most breathe-taking images in the world - the 18th fairway and green at the Old Course.
Bleachers surrounded the 18th hole where thousands of fans will be sitting on July 14, to watch this year's British Open.
It's odd being able to walk right up to the course (I was literally 10 yards from the green, where a foursome just chipped onto the green from the fairway). Most prestige golf courses, like St. Andrews would fense in their courses to restrict pedestrians from waring down the fairways and greens. St. Andrews encourages spectators by interrupting the 18th fairway with a public path that anyone can walk on. When the three of us walked through, a golfer's line-drive approach shot sliced towards our heads. Fortunately, we dodged the shot that would have put a large dent in one of our heads - close call!


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