Friday afternoon, I closed the remaining files on the computer, wished my near co-workers goodbye and headed out the door. I grabbed my knapsack, filled with goodies for the plane ride, and went off to meet my new husband for our Honeymoon.
After months of planning, both the wedding and the trip, it was finally time to get away. I would "time to relax" but let's be serious, sometimes travelling isn't as relaxing as we think it will be. That being said, I love this kind of the journey. I'm not the sit on the kind of beach person. I love having a full schedule. I secretly like being busy. Maybe not always with "work" but a busy day to me feels like I'm living to the fullest. This is not true for everyone, and some people find more peace and wholeness is silence - but for me - running around Europe, trying to fit in as many meals, museums and meet ups is a life well lead.
We had hoped for a Honeymoon upgrade. We thought if we looked nice enough, were early and sweet to the person checking us in there might be a chance that something magical would happen. Alas, this was not the case. The check in line was empty when we arrived, and we had to wait for our check in the gate to open. When it finally did there seemed to be the entire flight waiting behind us and the surly man at the counter not only seem to care less about our Honeymoon, but he even could not even find us a seat together. It was a pretty stressful situation but of course, the kindness of strangers was on our side, and once we boarded the planes, a sweet woman was kind enough to allow these newlywed to sit beside each other.
But for every setback, there are surprises. We flew British Airways on our way over and were impressed with their service. We were offered free beverages (even alcoholic cocktails!) multiple times throughout the flights and the food we go, not one but three times throughout the trip, was shockingly delicious.
We had one stop over on the way into Glasgow, in Heathrow airport. We are always very conscious of the price when we fly, and we ALWAYS do the layover option for a lower price. This ALWAYS results in stress and planes seem never to be on time, and our gates seem never to be close to each other. We had to disembark, ride a bus for ages and then go through customs and additional security before we were able to enter back into the terminal where our flight into Glasgow was departing from. But we made it and with time enough to spare to peruse their incredible duty-free alcohol selection and tasty candies. Alas, we had nor the room, nor the time to purchase much so after a short rest, we boarded our second flight.
Our second flight was on a much smaller plane and a much bumpier ride. I distracted myself with the beautiful landscapes out the window.
Even on this little plane, we were treated once more to an adorable little meal. A full English breakfast to set the scene.
As we jerkily descended in Scotland, I tried to keep down the yummy meal I had just been served. I managed to make it until we exit the plane and then dashed over the bathroom. Again, perhaps not to most enjoyable moment but I got to see the most fantastic, 70's bathroom that was down a spiral staircase in Glasgow's rather run down airport. It was bright, pastel purple with oval, porthole-like windows above the sink. It was hilarious to see in such a seemingly sterile building such a radical design. We didn't check out bags so we headed right out to the exit to find Sarah's bright smile there waiting for us. I know it had only been one month since we had seen each other, but I still missed her greatly and saw her - and that adorable sign - she made was the best. She bought me a green tea for my tummy, and we headed out in the grey fog and light rain to catch the bus.
It weather was cold and rainy, but that only made us feel like we were in Scotland more. It was to be one of the only times in rained for us in Glasgow, a real anomaly, so it seemed fitting that it was the weather that greeted us. We were so tired but tried to stay awake on the ride in, looking at the industrial buildings and rolling hills that dotted the world outside the windows.
It was a short walk along the rough cobblestones of Glasgow's streets over to Sarah's apartment. She showed us the various small sights along the way, her favourite Indian food restaurant, local pubs and old libraries that littered the walkways on the way to her flat. Her flat was HUGE and filled with the most beautiful afternoon light when we arrived. Zoe was sitting on the couch with a big smile as we walked in the door. After travelling for 15 hours and coming halfway around the world, there is no better greeting than a hug from friends. We felt at home.
Sarah, the every lovely host that she is, gave us her bedroom for the three days that we would be there. Her room had a fantastic view of the courtyard in the centre of the surrounding flats. The sight of bed was enough for Dan and me to immediately collapse into sleep. Dan drifted off before I did. I went off to have a bath, wash the aeroplane off of me, then quickly run off to bed to catch a few zzz's before having to wake back up for our afternoon tea!