7/20/13 -- Scotland Trip, Day 1

Itinerary

Pick up -- 6:00 p.m.

Drop off -- Logan Airport

Leave Boston Logan Airport -- 9:30 p.m.

Arrive London Heathrow Airport -- 8:45 a.m.

Leave London Heathrow Airport -- 9:55 a.m.

Arrive Glasgow Int'l Airport -- 11:20 a.m.

Arrive Hilton Glasgow Grosvenor Hotel

            Even though I've known this trip was coming for a long time, it didn't really sink in until we were in the air, turning away from the shrinking lights of Boston. Most things about getting on the airplane had been a little hectic, from the terrifying drive on a shuttle to scrambling to get a bite to eat before boarding. And once we finally made it aboard, I was more wrapped up in the fact that I was finally sitting down than pondering our imminent journey.

            Once we got to our cruising altitude, though, I looked out the window. I saw one flash of light, then another: lighting illuminating the clouds from above. I tried and tried to get a picture, but alas, my poor iPhone doesn't quite focus as well as I do.  I'll try to describe it to you, though. The clouds had the same translucency as parchment paper, and spots of light would intermittently blink in and out, so that the yellow light glowed through. It was beautiful.

            After a while, clouds covered everything. I slept fitfully for two hours, and woke up to find that it was daylight, and we were above the clouds. A quote from a book (I can't remember what book) kept going through my head, a quote about a "false horizon" that pilots encounter when flying through clouds. The quote was: "You'd be surprised how many [new pilots] emerged flying completely upside-down." I decided that we weren't upside-down because we probably would have noticed all of our things dropping to the ceiling.

            We finally got to Heathrow Airport and made our way to Customs, only to get bad news: we were too late to board our flight to Glasgow. And the next flight (at 12:10) was booked to the brim. If everybody showed up, there would be people left behind. The only other option was 6:00 p.m., meaning a wait at the airport for approximately nine hours. We talked to a couple of customer support people, and eventually came to the conclusion that, if we wanted our luggage this evening, we should just stick with the 6:00 flight. So, we settled ourselves in for a long wait: me typing on my computer, and Mom and Grossmutti reading.

            At one point, there was a group of people waiting where we were waiting, including a family with a little boy. This little boy was running around in circles, pretending to be a plane, and then he ran straight into the glass divider that separated us from where we could board. Everybody went, "Ohhh!" And the boy fell over and wailed a little, but he was really fine. It was rather amusing though.

            At last, we boarded the plane to Glasgow, got there, got our luggage, and got our rental car. (It's huge and it's all backwards and so it's kind of scary to ride in when Mom is driving.) We got a little lost on the way to our hotel, but everything worked out OK. We checked in to the hotel and relaxed. No more airports for another 10 days!