When I finally reached my hostel in Glasgow, I was disappointed with finding it empty. Apparently the industrial city wasn't the world's greatest tourist attraction. I spent the rest of my day walking aimlessly around the University until the jet lag finally took its toll, and then I fell asleep on a park bench. Classy, I think so.I was upset to say the least. I had expected to enter the hostel's lounge to find it buzzing with foreign accents, instead I was greeted by an empty couch looking for the 70's and a Swiss couple who didn't speak any English.
Day two in Glasgow was a different story. People began pouring into the hostel and I soon found the bunk beds around me occupied by some of the most amazing people. Directly under my bunk was Hanna: the blonde haired, blue eyed German exchange student. She is quite easily one of the nicest souls I have ever met. Next came the Aussies. Jack and Nicole brought the party, Mr. Tokyo, Steffan the German student/world tour guide, Mumbai, and some friendly faces from Home; Sean and Nickole.
The next couple days in Glasgow were a blur. My time was slipping through my fingers. Nights out at the Scotish clubs, pitchers of shooters, cards on the patio, and £3 bottles of wine pretty much describe my Scotish experience. I was sad to see Nicole and Jack leave...it felt like I had just hollowed out my place in this dreary city and suddenly it was filled back in. I wasn't sure that I'd have the same luck in London; lightning never strikes twice. But then I remembered that Glasgow supposdely only sees about 2 days of sun a month and 300 days of rain a year. The sun came out every day I spent in that city, and it was drier than a bone. Miracles do happen.
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