Glasgow, Scotland
I arrived to Glasgow on Tuesday March 11. My first impression of the city was hideous! The flight was only 20 minutes and that time was probably the best of the day. Just above the clouds it was so blue, white, and sunny and just below it was so depressing. Too bad I had a mood to match. I have never seen a place so gray and wet. Even though the city was not so lovely I would still liked to have tour it, but that didn’t happen. At that point I had the full blown flu and I ran fever for three days. I can only remember feeling sicker one time in my life. I coughed so much at night I couldn’t even get a descent sleep. Nothing was pleasant for me; I could not even taste my cough drops.
