The flight to Glasgow was bumpy. A pilot was sitting next to me, so I kept looking at him to see if he was concerned. He only looked up once, when the turbulence got so bad that the flight attendants had to sit. I nearly spilled my coffee several times, but I couldn’t stop laughing. Jan and John, remember “tickle-belly hill”? That’s exactly what it felt like, only over and over again. I liked it.
The cab driver from the airport to the hotel was adorable. We had so much in common and talked non-stop. Made the ride so much fun.
The hotel is the same one I’d been at earlier in the week. So old. But really cool. This time, in advance, I’d asked for a refurbished room. It’s certainly nice. Only down side is this one doesn’t have an ironing board and iron, so I’ll have to call down for one so I can get my work clothes in order.
Again it’s a football day, and people are here from Ireland. Being surrounded by both Scottish and Irish brogues at the same time is a bit confusing, so of course I started giggling. Both Scots and Irish folk are pretty good natured (except for football) and so no one took offence (note UK spelling).
I’m looking forward to exploring tomorrow.
posted by Jerilyn Dufresne, author @ 16:46
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