Not gonna lie, I really only wedged Glasgow into my Scotland trip because it was cheaper to fly out of than Edinburgh and I thought "Hey! Two cities, one trip." As I was measuring the distance between the two on google maps, I noticed a large green area not far above Glasgow labelled "Loch Lomond and The Trossachs National Park." A few more googles told me there were a variety of trails weaving through the park and a .0004% chance of seeing the Lochness Monster, Nessie. This seemed like a fabulous place to get all kinds of Chery-Strayed Lost & Found and I was sold.
When I arrived, my Couchsurfing host informed me he had a gig as part of an Elvis cover band and was kind enough to invite me to be the lurking American groupie. With virtually no other plans, I heartily accepted. I didn't see any way to have a bad Saturday night with Elvis, whisky, and a room full of friendly, dancing Scots—and I was right.
The trip to Loch Lomond turned into a group outing with my host and his friends who, collectively, are the coolest young people in all of Europe. They're probably reading this and laughing *bloggity blog* but they showed me some indie punk YouTube videos that I'm still working on processing. We didn't have an exact plan, but saw victory in merely making it out of bed and stumbling upon some of the best GOT-esque views. It was beautiful and sunny and like any solid Sunday, it ended with fish & chips and falling asleep on the way back.
Glasgow was cold the next day. I popped from vintage shop to vintage shop to tea and scone and back to the first vintage shop to purchase my second coat of the trip. I knew I was daring the merciless RyanAir baggage gods but I wore four layers on the plane and got it home, dammit.
Kelvingrove Art Gallery was a gorgeous building to look at (and the only thing that got my frozen fingers out of my pockets to photograph that day).
I had a Ron Swanson treat yo'self burger & beer as my last meal.
Was it a coincidence that the Glasgow Airport was playing Destiny's Child "Independent Women" as I walked toward my gate?
No, definitely not. #throwyourhandsupatme