Welcome to Aberdeen!

So we are here and very rested.  It was sometime over the Atlantic Ocean ("It is the Atlantic, right, Allen?") that I turned to Allen and asked, "Do we know where we are going once we get to Aberdeen?  Did we get an apartment number or something?"
"Uh, no.  Not really.  I guess we should have asked that."
"Okay, so all we have is an address?"
"yep."
So that is how we stepped off the plane with all of our luggage and headed towards the taxi cab armed with an address that I was trying to remember from a far away email.  The taxi driver was satisfied with the address we gave him until we got to the street and there were tons of apartments.  His question of, which house number?, brought me to laughter.  After stopping at the end of the street the taxi driver got out and started questioning the locals if they had seen an American girl living here.  He kept pointing to us in a hopeless manner and I am sure I looked quite hopeless laughing at Allen running around the street looking for house number one when they stopped at three.  The taxi driver kept asking if we had a phone number and we had to keep reminding him of how ill prepared we were. Finally the driver (he was amazing!) pushed the call button on an apartment and asked, "yes, ello there.  We are looking for an American girrrl." And then a beautiful voice came out of the intercom, it was Carly!  So that is how we started.  On the bright side the locals are all very friendly.

Rule number one of living here, always carry something to keep the rain off.  While exploring the city, it started raining.  Once we were good and soaked we found a bus that would take us the rest of the way to the house.  The lady behind us said, "Bless you dears, soaked to the bone!...Welcome to Aberdeen."  So there you have it, Welcome to Aberdeeen everyone!