Monday, August 22, 2011

8.8.11 – Glasgow, Scotland (Bellahouston Park, House for an Art Lover, and Scotland School Museum -- sort of)


This was not the best day on our trip, even though the skies were blue, it was windy, but warm, and no rain. I was still experiencing jet lag and couldn't quite get up as early as I would have liked, which if we had been staying in the city center wouldn't have been much of a problem, but the far distance between where we were staying and the things I wanted to see caused a great deal of problems.

We left late morning to go in to Glasgow and didn't arrive until late lunch at Bellahouston Park. After being perplexed at seeing the outdoor no-snow ski slope and then wandering through a magical little garden, we arrived at Charles Rennie Mackintosh's House for an Art Lover, which was closed early for a wedding. Who gets married on a Monday? We did get to browse the gift shop, see the sparkly bathroom floors, and get not-very-good service in the cafe.

Without a GPS (or Sat Nav as they call it in the UK) we were unable to find the Satchiehall Street Willows Cafe designed by Mackintosh, but stumbled on the Scotland Street School Museum, also designed by the same, which was also closed (both the museum and their Willows Cafe).

There was an attempt to reach the Burrell Collection Gallery before 5:00, which didn't happen. A third failed visit of an attraction in one day caused me to become a bit emotional. This led us to a Tesco to pick up supplies for our overnight stay in Glasgow (we fly to London via EasyJet tomorrow at the crack of dawn out of Glasgow Airport) in what we would soon discover was a most horrible airport hotel. Before reaching this establishment, we needed a map (DO NOT drive in Scotland without a Sat Nav and a good map), which proved to be far more challenging than one would have thought. I can tell you that one thinks a great deal stuck in a hot car for an hour in a large shopping center parking lot. My thoughts were that I see us in city centers on vacations from now on. That's really all I'll say.

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