We have eased into a routine. I am now a member of the athletic club at University of Glasgow, so I make the walk in the morning to torture myself on one of the elliptical machines. We also make a daily visit to the grocery store. There is a news agent where we buy the paper. I have a library card (more on that later). We're good customers of Oddbins, our wine and whisky connection. We've had our second meal at The Wee Curry Shop. We have expanded our circle of friends from the Lucy and Callum nexus point. We take the time to speak with the merchants and clerks.
Scottish hospitality found us at Callum's birthday barbeque party last Saturday, arriving at 5:00 p.m. and leaving just past midnight. We followed up that celebration by accompanying him and another 10 friends to The Stand, a comedy club for "Sunday Services with Michael Redmond." Redmond, a Glasgow fixture, emcees a Sunday smorgasbard of four comics. The last two comics were brilliant, a Glasgow-born first generation Pakistani and The Boy with Tape on His Mouth.
Since our return from Spain we have visited the Kelvingrove Museum for the third time, wandered through Glasgow's Cathedral, went through the Hunterian on the campus of the University of Glasgow.
Highlights of the week:
- We were met by a kilted docent at the Cathedral who offered a tour. John Geddes, a retired professor of music, who taught for a year at University of Oregon along with lectures at Berkeley, Stanford, and other US universities, led us through the Cathedral. Surprised that we didn't want to blitz through, we spent abaout 90-minutes with him. We saw battle glags from the Indian campaign, the Napoleonic wars, the purported burial place of St. Mungo, an explanation of the four symbols of Glasgow, and much more.
- At Jelly Hill my Univeristy of Glasgow identification card caused quite a stir. Callum: "Jim is planning on staying longer than he let on!"
- John Rae when he happened to see my library card, "How did you get that? I pay bloody taxes to get one of those!"
- We were among the first customers of a new butcher shop that opened on Byres Road, and found the best Italian sausage I've had since my days in Chicago.
2 comments:
So Jim, you and Lynn went to Spain, but it was 'nothing to write home about'? It sounds like you are having a spectacular time. Rick and I are living vicariously through your writings--keep em coming.
Sounds like the Italian is draining out and being replaced with Scotch? errrr, or should I say Scottish? The two of you seem to established a rhythm. That's the real advantage we've experienced when you spend more than a week or two in a country. You truly begin to experience everything that makes them special. Enjoy friends. Rick & Kris
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