Kirkcaldy

In Kirkcaldy, (as i got in on saturday night,) I rested the first day.  I put in an appearance in the chruch, and was able to ask people who would know about the family i am looking for, and (i don't know how my mother found this person, but i also emailed someone my mom got in email contact with, who had actually confirmed she knew how to find records of that same family, so i also emailed her.)  And she said she would meet me monday morning and show me around kirkcaldy and the churches and graveyard.  which she did.  And i was supposed to meet the email-lady in the afternoon, but she never showed up.   or answered her phone.  or the three emails i sent her.

They elder i met was a lovely lady names KAthryn, and she walked around, and drove me to a graveyard, the library (which was closed) and then took me to a castle.  for no reason other than to hang out with me.  She started talking a bit about politics, so i mentioned i know a separatist, and she says "oh i'm sure, which i absolutely am not."

then, on tuesday (my last day), i went to the correct place in Kirkcaldy to meet HER at her workplace, and she was over an hour late, and by that time, i had already taken pictures of all the gravestones i needed.  Then she showed up because apparently her brakes (or something car-related) broke.  nevertheless, she spent hours with me showing me marriage/death/announcements in a huuuuuuge bible, the grave catalogue, the library, the genealogist they use and the professional one...

not to mention the fact that there is a beautiful beach, pretty churches, and, weirdly enough, a square which i think was supposed to look like plaid, but i couldn't get high up enough to take a picture.