So it begins.
I'm currently lying on a single bed, in a room at the Glasgow Hilton. I'm fresh from our welcome diner downstairs and I can barely keep my eyes open. It feels like I've been awake or ages and I've been eating the whole time. I've been on two planes and in three airports and I've been either eating or given food at each stop. I'm no longer used to eating this much food.
The first flight was pleasant enough. I usually don't sleep on planes, mostly because I'm always too exited with the very concept of flying to sit still. I'm not kidding, I'm like a child in a candy store. I sit as much at the edge of my seat as the cramped space will allow. I stare out the window and wait in anticipation for the plane to finish taxying and take off. I'm an annoying brat the whole time. Except this time, where out of the five and a half hour flight, I slept a solid hour. Then, after our layover in Heathrow I slept almost the entire flight to Glasgow. I did however get to seen the sunrise over an ocean of clouds out my window.
The trip is so far almost overwhelmingly relaxed. I quit my job on Tuesday and won't start the new one until a few days after I return. This means that I'm currently traveling with absolute peace of mind regarding my career. It is glorious.
Turns out Glasgow is a beautiful city that's actually got a few things in common with Montreal. The River Clyde reminds me of a much larger Canal Lachine with its multitude of bridges each with a unique look and the juxtaposition if old and new architecture is almost making me homesick.
It's going to be a good trip.