I had first watched Braveheart when I had just joined college. Clearly, I was not paying attention. It took me a round trip to Scotland to finally appreciate Mel Gibson and his 4 academy awards. 13 years later, I watched it again last night. The movie captured the unique accent, the indomitable resistance, the unannounced rain, and even the unpredictable kilts. It exhibited the strength of a horse and the greed of the nobles. With a stubborn King, the helpless brides, and a courageous William Wallace, the movie blended love, friendship, and patriotism. It took me to the Edinburgh castle. It flew me again to Glencoe, the several Lochs, and left me in the middle of the Highlands.