Let the tour groups go ahead of you.

Don’t try to beat them. Trust me, they’re traveling faster than you, and they’ll flatten you when they finally catch up to you. And when 20 of them join you, even a spacious great hall can get a trifle claustrophobic. When they all crowd around the tour guide in the chieftain’s library, trust me, you don’t want to be there. The £15 ($20-$30 USD) entry fee you just paid will have been very poorly spent, indeed.

Allowing yourself to be crammed together with a large tour group is a sure-fire way to get as little as possible from a tour. Often these groups are given one guide from the property or site, and that guide travels with them from room to room. The guide’s job is to answer as few questions as possible and keep the group moving along at a fairly fast clip – so that the tour bus can get them to the next site on time . . . and the next one . . . and so on. If you’re with them, you’ll be hastened along at the same ridiculous pace.

Far better to hang back when you see this lot ahead of you. No one can make you join them, and it won’t take long before they’re at least one or two rooms ahead of you. Make good use of the wait time by reading all the free literature you’ve just been handed or by checking out the booklets and information in the site’s gift shop. If you’re feeling peckish, have part of your snack or lunch.

When you’re sure they’re well out of range, begin your own tour. The resident guides will be more relaxed, more willing to answer your questions in detail, and very relieved to be dealing with only two tourists instead of 20. Having them all to yourself (or at least not sharing them with 20 other tourists) will ensure you get the most possible out of the absurdly high entry fee you just paid.

Skip the glitzy tour books.

Almost every great house and castle worth its salt has compiled a rather impressive, glossy, full-color booklet for which they charge the equivalent of a U.S. hardback book. While you’re there, under the spell of that magical place, it’s hard to resist the temptation to buy one of these marketing marvels. “After all,” you reason, “it’ll help us get so much more from the experience.”

Maybe. If the glossy book is about your clan castle or has anything to do with your Scottish or Celtic heritage, buy it. In fact, buy everything you can get your hands on in that gift shop. It’ll easily fit into your luggage because you, smart traveler that you are, aren’t buying a bunch of tchotchkes to lug home. You may have a very hard time finding such site-specific information elsewhere (even on the Net) and if you do, you may have to pay dearly for someone else’s incurred expense of shipping it across the pond and paying duties.

But if you have no personal connection to the site, I advise skipping the glitzy booklet. If you’ve done much research before you left home or you’ve accessed the Net each night before the next day’s touring, you may already know the bulk of what that glossy bit of fluff has to say. If your trip is very lengthy, you may (as we often do) find you can barely absorb the facts related by the tour guides and the information paddles in each room. Any information beyond that is overload.

Here’s our rule-of-thumb. We gladly accept any free maps, flyers, and handouts and use these as we tour the site. We scan the pricey, glossy booklets after the tour, looking for anything that wasn’t covered in the tour or free handouts, or that we don’t remember reading online. We ask ourselves, “Will we need to know this bit of arcane information?” Sometimes our answer is “yes” because of what we do – paint and sell Scottish artwork online and supply viewers with pertinent history and background about it. If you’re not in the same (or a related) business, you need to know way less than we do. If we skip these expensive books most of the time, you definitely should.

Long before we ever began traveling abroad, some well-traveled friends were taking us on an informal travelogue of their recent trip to the U.K. By the stack on the dining table, it appeared they’d bought every booklet available at every place they’d visited. I asked them a question about something in one of the books. They didn’t know. “Oh, we never read it.” “Not even when you were there?” I asked. “Nope. No time,” was the response. “How about when you arrived home?” “Nope. Trip was over, and we forgot all about it.”

Lesson learned – and for once – not the hard way! Skip the fancy-dancy guidebooks.

Buy NO gifts.

What?! No gifts for Sis . . . Mom . . . the kids. . . the grandkids?? Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying.

Again, this is a lesson hard-learned. During our first two trips, we agonized over what to get various family members. In fact, I’d be embarrassed to tell you how much effort, time, thought, and money we put into this activity. Were those carefully bought gifts appreciated? They were not.

Why? Here’s our best guess: our family members didn’t go to Scotland (nor, apparently, do they particularly care to). When we buy souvenirs on holiday, we have sights, sounds, tastes, and smells that are part and parcel of those souvenirs. A glance at my pewter and copper brooch transports me back to a Canterbury museum gift shop on a cool fall day – and all the other sites we saw that day. If I were to give that brooch to any family member, she’d have no memories of anything so pleasurable tied to it. And that’s true for just about any souvenir you’d care to name. A souvenir’s value-add (and sometimes its only value) is the buying event itself – in a unfamiliar place – and the memories that event can trigger.

Don’t believe me? Okay, what did you do with the little gewgaw Aunt Laura brought you from Germany? Or the hand-carved knick-knack your friend hauled back from India? I’ll bet you graciously thanked them and promptly relegated these items to the back of the odd-sock drawer – after displaying them for a few days or weeks. Or, gasp, re-gifted them. You ungrateful wretch!

No, I take that back. It isn’t that you’re ungrateful or that our recipients were ungrateful. It’s simply that other people’s trip souvenirs can’t mean much to you because you weren’t there. You didn’t haggle with the shop-keeper. You didn’t watch the carver finishing up the details. You don’t remember the whiff of curry in the air while you paid your rupees for the silver bracelet.

If you need to thank someone for walking the dog, watering the plants, etc., back home while you were traveling, that’s handled easily enough; buy something you know they really like after you’re back in the States. Save your money and your time while on your trip. Remember other people didn’t take your trip and souvenirs you collected on your trip will mean very little to them.

Here’s my one exception to this tip: when someone has out-and-out asked for a very specific item, by all means, buy it for them if you can find it.

Limit each traveler to the amount of luggage he/she can easily carry.

For us, it’s two pieces each, period. A 22” x 14 x 9” main piece of luggage that, on international flights, could be carried on if we chose. But we don’t. We each wheel that sucker up to the luggage check-in and let the airlines deal with it, especially if we have very many connecting flights. Add to that a small carry-on daypack for each of us, which can be zipped to the top of our main piece of luggage. That’s it. Whether we’re touring for two weeks or five, these are the only two pieces of luggage we each take. No more!

And we do not overpack them. Three is the magic number: three pairs of slacks, three long-sleeve shirts, three short-sleeve shirts, three pairs of socks, three sets of undies . . . . You get the picture. Throw in a wool sweater (possibly two), and you’re set. If you travel as we do – to see and learn about the culture – you don’t need a wide variety of clothing. One type of clothing will take you anywhere you want (or can afford) to go.  Three of each gives you one to wear, one that’s just been laundered, and one that’s airing out.

As you well know, airlines are piling on all kinds of extra charges for second bags, extra weight, etc. And since we’ve already ascertained you really don’t need that many clothes, it just makes financial sense to take as little luggage as possible, thereby incurring as few additional charges as possible. You can also save yourself tips by having luggage that you can obviously and easily carry by yourself. Struggling with a great whopper of a suitcase or corralling a multiplicity of bags and boxes is a sure-fire method for setting yourself up for a trip-full of porter tips.

Addendum: We have yet to try this, but I just learned this tip, which I’ll pass along. If you’re checking your main piece of luggage and are traveling with someone close – close enough to throw your undies together with no embarrassment – mix your clothes. Some of his trousers, some of your slacks, some of his shirts, some of yours, some of his undies, some of yours. You get the picture. If the airlines lose one piece of luggage and not the other, you’ll both have enough clothes to keep touring.

Take a little liquid laundry soap and be prepared to do hand laundry.

Here’s where I can get on a tear if I don’t watch myself. For reasons unfathomable to me, washers and dryers in the U.K. (and in all of Europe, from what I can tell), are absolutely pathetic. No matter how you slice it, one load in their teeny little front-loading washers (half a load in even an average-size U.S. washer) and anemic dryers takes three hours – minimum. That’s if you’re not drying jeans or towels; they take longer. Yes, longer, as in four hours.

Why? Why? Why? Most European countries have 240-volt electricity. They could toast their clothes in 10 minutes if they would just make their electrical engineers put on their little thinking caps. But I digress.

Now we’re back to the get-as-much-as-possible-from-our-trip mentality. We’re not babysitting laundry for four hours, period. You can if you want to, but we’ve found it’s quicker to hand-wash clothes as we go, let them line-dry while we’re out touring, and iron only if we really, really did a rotten job of pressing out the wrinkles by hand before hanging.

“Why not just drop them off at a local laundry?” you ask. That’s more time spent finding a reputable one and more than a little angst spent hoping they don’t turn my clothes into doll’s clothes. I simply don’t trust anyone else not to shrink my clothes. Since we pack very, very light, we can’t afford to have even one piece of our miniscule travel wardrobe taken out of the game.

Besides, it’s really not as bad as it sounds. First off, we’re not getting filthy digging ditches all day: we’re walking leisurely through world-class museums and historical houses. Secondly, it rarely gets what we’d call HOT in Scotland. Their summer “warm” is a wimpy 65 degrees. We just don’t get hot enough or exert enough effort to make it necessary to launder our clothes after every wearing, or even after every other wearing . . . or sometimes even after a whole week of wearing. Really.

After the first two trips, we realized that we Americans think we have to launder our clothes a lot more than is actually necessary. Taking a page from the previous generations on both sides of the pond – who managed to live without automatic washers and dryers somehow – we hang our clothes in such a way that they can air out each night or during the day while we tour. Guess what? A lot of odors dissipate after 24 hours of hanging time.

So lighten up, resign yourself to a little hand laundry, and skip the expense of paying someone else to launder your clothes. Try out the washers and dryers if you like. Who knows? You might get lucky. But if your experience is the same as ours, you won’t be unpleasantly surprised and you will be mentally prepared to suds up your duds in the sink.

(I don’t have to tell you, do I, that packing dry-clean-only clothes is about as un-thrifty a wardrobe choice as you could make?)

Pack what you can’t live without for two days in your carry-on.

This isn’t new information if you’ve done much traveling anywhere, but it’s particularly applicable to foreign travel. There’s just no accounting for where luggage ends up sometimes. There’s also no accounting for why it takes so long to catch up with you. There’s no accounting for how much out-of-pocket expense you might spend to replace your stuff. And there’s no accounting for the convoluted logic the airline will use to avoid reimbursing you for expenses you incurred when it lost your luggage.

This is another one of those hard-learned lessons. We left our coats, cameras, and toiletries in our checked luggage one trip – the only trip when our luggage’s ETA turned out to be a trifle later – as in two DAYS – than ours. We were dead in the water those two days of that trip – the shortest of all the trips we’ve taken, wouldn’t you know.

Lesson learned: pack anything that would be impossible or next-to-impossible to replace (my husband’s CPAP machine for his sleep apnea, for example) or anything that would be very expensive to replace (a whole cache of toiletries and medicines, digital camera, or smart phone). We each throw in an extra set of undies, jacket, hat, and camera in our carry-on daypack, and we’re set. We don’t miss a beat while the folks at American Airlines are trying to figure out where they sent our luggage.

Think of food prep as part of the adventure.

I know what you’re thinking. “Fix food on my vacation?? Not a chance, sister!”

Hey, I’m with you. In fact, I can beat you at the non-cooking gig. As a rule, the kitchen is not the room where I hang out. In my early Mom Years, our kids thought a typewriter was a kitchen appliance. Now, in the Empty Nest Era, I’m the only woman I know who has to dust her stovetop. I don’t watch cooking shows. I don’t ask for other people’s recipes and, oddly enough, no one ever asks for mine. Go think. Eating is something I do to stay alive so I can do other things. Food prep? Something I do so that I can eat so that I can stay alive so that I can do other things.

Got it? I . . . DON’T . . . LIKE . . . COOKING . . . except when I’m in the Scottish Home Exchange mode because then, I’m not in my usual hike-up-the-skirts-and-run mode. I’ve noticed just living in someone else’s home and working in their kitchen gives me a different attitude toward food prep. And when I get to buy fresh-from-the-farm veggies in a quaint green grocer’s shop, dicker over lamb chops with a Scottish-brogue butcher, select baked-this-morning bread at a local pastry shop, and walk home with it all poking from my daypack (like a real European), I feel . . . like I’m a Scots woman living in Scotland – not the dreaded Ugly American.

Furthermore – here’s where it gets way weird – I actually enjoy rummaging around in a foreign kitchen, looking for the sieve, the vegetable peeler, and the bread knife as my husband and I prepare our evening meal. Seeing how someone in another culture does things and adapting to those ways makes even food prep downright exotic. Who knew cooking in someone else’s kitchen could be so much fun?

And furthermore – again – changing into comfortably loose lounge clothes after a packed day of touring and then eating leisurely by ourselves in peace and quiet just can’t be beat. At least, that’s what we think. And that’s before we factor in the huge cost savings.

It seems to us that most U.K. countries have done a more thorough job of limiting the number of discount stores and bland restaurant chains than the U.S. There’s good news and bad news here. The good news is that there are still plenty of thriving mom-and-pop stores, tea shops, pubs, and restaurants with a wide variety of good food on offer. The bad news? They’re all expensive – before the exchange rate. Depending on the year we traveled, we’ve had to multiply menu prices by 1.69, all the way up to 1.89 one year. While the rates are a tad more favorable for Yanks these days, you may still choke (we fainted) if you’re like most middle-class Americans accustomed to Denny’s . . . or Lenny’s . . . or whatever non-descript eatery you frequent most often here in the States.

When you prepare your own evening meal in a fully equipped kitchen in a foreign country, you not only save money, you learn a lot, run into more locals (who like talking to Yanks, for some reason) while grocery shopping, and feel more a part of the culture – all with a great deal more tranquility – than when you dine in a hotel that caters to loud-mouthed American tourists.

I just happened to learn about a home exchange through a tiny little article in Scottish Life Magazine, way back in 1997. Turns out that two-paragraph article about a home exchange had been printed without the home exchange director’s permission. Oops. His is a “closed” home exchange, meaning the only way new members get in is through personal recommendation by existing members – not through media advertising or publicity. That’s how he controls the caliber of the membership. (Wondering how we got in? With a whole lot of impeccable references, lots of trans-Atlantic phone visits with the director, and a little shameless schmoozing.)

So. Don’t even ask. I can’t recommend you because I don’t know you. That’s the bad news. The good news is that you can do your own research. Since we joined our home exchange in 1998, this sort of vacation method has become far more common. With the Net, it’s possible to do a lot of checking to ensure the organization you work with is legitimate. And you will want to do that; doing your due diligence in this case is essential.

Almost always, members in our exchange program are willing to exchange vehicles, as well as homes. We’ve even had exchangers leave their NTS or Historic Scotland membership cards for us to borrow (though I think that may have been just a teensy bit verboten).

So think about it. You have a nominal home exchange membership fee (ours is $85 USD), some sort of fee per exchange home (ours is $150 USD), and that’s it for lodging. Check out B&B costs in Scotland, factor in the exchange rate, and you’ll see that our $235 USD might get us two nights in a tatty inn or bargain-rate hotel (okay, maybe three nights, since the pound has recently taken a nose dive) – rather than the two weeks we spend in a stone cottage with all the mod-cons. And because we usually have the use of our exchangers’ car, we have no car rental fees and very little public transportation costs (other than the flight over the pond).

We’ve taken five trips (ranging from two and a half weeks to five weeks) to Scotland and other countries – all through our home exchange fella and have never – repeat, never – been disappointed. For that reason, we’ve never even looked for another home exchange or an alternative method. But I’m quite sure there are plenty out there. LOOK.

If I haven’t convinced you and you’re still a little queasy about allowing someone you’ve never met to stay in your home, research self-catering properties. Though there’ll be no vehicle with the property, at least you’ll be able to prepare your own food which is still a considerable savings.