The Largest Disco Ball in Fife

Marty and I were in for a big surprise when we walked into the breakfast room and were directed down the hall to the ballroom for our morning fare. You can see by the photo, that we got to see the Largest-Disco-Ball-in-all-of-Fife close up this time.  No more peeking through windows to photograph this gem.  Unfortunately, the lights weren't turned on for us to get a first hand experience of how it actually works, but if there is a way for us to see it work, I can guarantee you that Dave will figure one out.

When we entered the room, Dave led us to a special table that he had made up for us, and, once again, he made us some of the best sweet porridge that I've ever tasted.  The room had been filled with a tour group when we arrived, but they soon filtered out, and Marty and I found ourselves pretty much alone, in this huge ballroom with a slight twist to the musical venue.  Today featured Kenny Rogers and Willie Nelson music. Marty didn't look too thrilled, but I kind of enjoyed the change of pace from our last trip here.

Dave came over to chat with us while a new female trainee was clearing the now empty tables.  She was rolling a cart through the door, when we heard a slight crash which was obviously glass breaking.  Dave rolled his eyes and whispered in his entertaining Scottish accent:  "She's got about as much light as a broken torch."  He went onto to vent his frustration about plate placement and how he could not get her to remember which plate went where.  Personally, I think this conversation was totally wasted on Marty, who seemed rather confused himself about what went where, but I couldn't help but be amused by Dave's complaint.  There's just nothing quite like breakfast with Dave running the show while seventy's music is playing in the background.  Add to that the infamous Disco Ball, and I can't say that I have had a more exciting way too start the day in quite awhile.

I haven't quite decided where today's adventures will lead me.  I thought about heading into Burntisland, which is just 2 trainstops down the road, but Dave tells me that it is a ghost town.  Not much to see there, he says. I mentioned a Communication Museum that I thought would be interesting and he said that it was about the size of my room in the hotel.  Well, at least I've been fair warned.

I promised Marty that I wouldn't do anything crazy and mentioned that I rarely do, to which he rolled his eyes and commented otherwise.  I just don't understand his worry.  After all, it's not like I'm heading into the Pine Barrens like someone I know who recently risked emerging.

On my last trip, pulling out a map resulted in the locals coming out to give me direction. The one time I didn't have a map, I couldn't find anyone to help me.  I find this to be a bit amusing, because I am pretty handy with a map, and when in possession of one, I can pretty much figure out where I'm going, particularly in Scotland, where the maps are written in English. 

 It's the lack of map that gets me in trouble.  So, my game plan is to carry some sort of map and pull it out when I need assistance.  I'll let you know if that trick works. I'll probably be touted as a foolish American, but if gets me to where I need to go, it's worth the risk.

Time to get moving......