Anywhere in Scotland would work for me. I could collect border collies and let them herd sheep all day.

That was great hearing how you felt at home the first time you saw Oban. Don't you love it when the Universe talks to you?
Absolutely! sometimes it's hard to explain to people how something: a smell, sound or place can evoke all manner of emotions and distant memories.
I can imagine how proud you must have felt visiting the Memorial.
Yes, seeing my McColl ancestors names written made them real. Sad really that I could never know them. Made do with a clan tartan scarf

Same goes for my Mothers Father - she was born while he was in France WW1. He was killed in May 1918 when she was 3 months old, and had never seen her.
Thanks to the wonders of technology, I now have a high res. picture of his gravestone in the cemetery at Valenciennes - again sad that I couldn't show my Mum that because she died in '85.
History is quite fascinating.
Paris and I did not get along well at all. I am an American and well...the French don't like us. Hell, do they like anybody?
Heck yes! I was quite at home there ...raked up school day French that even surprised me, let alone my husband - as long as I tried, the French were happy and always willing to help.
The barman at our hotel was called Didier: a young man working through summer on vacation from university. He'd asked us to move along the bar so that two of his friends could sit down when they finished work at another hotel. Gave us free drinks all evening and then offered to give us a tour of Paris ..at 3am! His little old Fiat sped through the streets and he showed us all around Paris and then took us to a café on the Champs Elysees ...seemed all the late night workers of Paris gathered there fro hot chocolate and croissants before heading home to sleep! Such a great night.
He spoke 7 languages and was studying banking. We were back in Paris the following summer and he was working at the hotel again - he and his fiancée took us out to dinner before we left. Ships that pass in the night yet are not forgotten.
I think the secret with the French is to show some love for their culture (easy for me) and at least try to speak some French
As for being American ..I've had friends in the US for years both colleagues and friends and always get on tremendously well with them
I suspect that what a lot of European people don't get - British included, is that American people are more direct - not rude, far from it, but do say it how it is.
British people have that reticence when it comes to speaking plainly, and can often be too polite and never get a point across.
Also perhaps a lot of them are just useless at adapting to others ways - always a big mistake I've found.
If I could live anywhere, I would give Prague some serious thought. Great vibes and the architecture is beyond words and everyone I met was down to earth. I liked it a lot.
We haven't been there, but eldest son has - also liked it a lot! Lisbon is great too ..not very big but really lovely in the old town, and the Gulbenkian museum is a wonder!
Madrid is another wonderful city.
Can you see the water from your house? I'm like you, I enjoy looking at bodies of water. It's really peaceful to me.
No, sadly I can't. My one intention was to live near the sea again (I like moving water, not still) but we found this house, and it's quite big, has a very good north facing room for my studio with French windows into the garden ..was supposed to be the dining room, but the kitchen is big enough for a large dining table anyway.
Meant to move up to Oban 10 years ago, but could never see the right house for sale, along with the fact their health service is worse than ours when it comes to elderly care ..getting older, need to consider such things. The nearest big hospital is 3 hours away by road or rail too. One gets sick, the other is either alone or has plenty of travelling to do!
The amount of buffering on the WSP concert is making me pull my hair out.
It was bad!
It sounds like your hubby and my Linda are perfect for each other. She has no spontaneity in her at all...none Now me on the other hand...everything is up for grabs.
I've always said we were a good balance ..he with his feet firmly planted
in the ground, me with mine a foot above it! Sort of kept each other grounded equally.
I have been tempted to type to you that if I was raised in England, I would have snagged you and the both of us take that 2.5 hour adventure to London. Knowing me, I would not get you home for a few days or perhaps weeks. I mean after all, we're talking Carnaby Street in the mid 60's. Soho had to rock back then, unlike now.
Aw! We met when I was just 16, married when I was 17.5. Had our first son a year later. Career stuff came later ..and what I was really meant to do didn't start to re-emerge until my mid-thirties.
London/Carnaby Street etc. was a terrific place back then - saw a documentary on Carnaby Street last year ..even showed Jimmi Hendrix buying his famous jacket at a shop there!
There was a TV series here: Take Three Girls - all about three girls living in a flat in Chelsea (Kings Road) ..this was the theme used for the series:
This is the original version by the same folk group:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d9gCN9-Jnfg