Here we’ens come

•  This “American”adventure has been a corker. Our flight was delayed 4 times in Indy and then again after a 30 min walk from gate A___to gate F24.  I have been beaten to death by everyone walking by and don’t even mention the flight attendants. Definitely less space here too.  The flight from Philly was actually a comfortable amount of space and this one feels like I am jammed into a straight jacket.  

I carefully packed so I could get to the items I wanted and some entitled woman jammed her bag into the overhead pushing mine so far back that without total evacuation of the compartment I could not access it.  Triumphantly I remembered that I at least had one of my medication packets in my purse and between delivery of a cup of lukewarm (honestly I don’t have temperature issues) tea and someone expectantly sticking a garbage collector under my nose I didn’t  have time to take them.  Now to get through immigration and onto the bus.

It took forever to get our bags after a fairly efficient immigration.  We quickly found the CIE guy, John, who led us to a coffee shop to wait. He waits he’d be back about 9:30-10.  WHICH has come and gone.  

I ordered a coffee at the Black Sheep Coffee shop, banana carmel and let me just tell you! 

 Better than…….?  And so we wait.  We have met a lovely couple from Philly who is wondering with us where is John???

The start it not so auspicious,  we got let out WITH our bags to schlep than about a block through construction to a place that looks absolutely nothing like the website.  We are not impressed.

Later a trip around the city getting out at Glasgow Cathedral and the necropolis behind it.  

 

Lister did his germ busting research here and this is him. 

It was a bit of a trip up to the top but the view was lovely.  Back at the ranch we had dinner of chicken terrine, chicken with some pretty yummy au gratin potatoes, green beans and blaggis.  I wanted to try haggis and maybe this was diving in the deep end, but it was really pretty good.  Though I have a feeling that all haggis is not created equal.  For desert sticky toffee pudding!  Bath and bed!

St Mungo the patron saint of Glasgow Cathederal had 4 miracles and this is a ditty to help remember them.

Here is the bird that never flew

Here is the tree that never grew

Here is the bell that never rang

Here is the fish that never swam[9]

There are light poles with decorative fish on them referring to:  The Fish: refers to the story about Queen Languoreth of Strathclyde who was suspected of infidelity by her husband. King Riderch demanded to see her ring, which he claimed she had given to her lover. In reality the King had thrown it into the River Clyde. Faced with execution she appealed for help to Mungo, who ordered a messenger to catch a fish in the river. On opening the fish, the ring was miraculously found inside, which allowed the Queen to clear her name.

The story our guide gave us was not the same, also not as miraculous.

Time Trip

Our ride to New Harmony was Sweet, a mere 2.5ish hours rather than 4.5 ish!  I 69, even though it felt that there were years of strife about it, is a nice ride in comparison to what was. 

 Our B & B for the night is lovely, it reminds me of the Victorian across the street from where I grew up,  though a big grander.  I love all the wood, the odd shaped rooms, the tall windows and the crazy Victorian wallpaper.  

We got up this morning for breakfast and oops our electronics did not reconcile to the local time, so we were up an hour early.  The caretaker, Clarissa, had coffee ready though so we visited and waited for breakfast.  Which consisted of an egg soufflé, (utterly sinful) tater tots, a piece of sausage for me,  an apple muffin and OJ.

  After breakfast we drove around town and just looked and looked as I tried to remember from when Kathy, the kids and I came here almost 40 years ago.  We spied the restaurant for which we have dinner reservations, and Jodi scoped out where the concert is tonight.  (it is darned close!)

  I finally got hungry, but wanted something light.  I spied Main Cafe, suggested it, Jodi agreed.

  Unfortunately we did not agree on the same thing ( unbeknownst to us) and Jodi let me lead.  The look on Jodi’s face says it all!   They did not have soup, they did not have a cinnamon role, so I went with Pain Perdu (my spelling as I was trying to make silk out of a sows ear =  French Toast.  Pain Perdu simply means lost bread and the French used their old bread for what we call French Toast. Delish however you spell it) Let’s just say this place is a regular greasy spoon and NOT a do over.  The place Jodi thought she agreed to, when I saw it, made me wish Jodi was not so agreeable!

Regardless we went and walked around the Roofless Church.  It is lovely and I think it would be very fun to attend a worship there, when it is warmer.    

Then we  walked the labyrinth, I asked Jodi did she want the long way or the quick and dirty way,  I messed up and thought that there were two entrances.  Regardless after the "short way", we did the real one.  It is misty and 50 degrees so cool but not terrible, surely not as cold as it cold have been when I made plans.  We came back to the  A C Thomas house to rest before our big evening!  

We showed up to the Red Geranium at exactly 5 PM ( according to my phone, I forgot the time issues!!) and they seated us without missing a beat. I had steak  with a yummy sauce, broccoli (not the advertised Brussel sprouts) and a baked potato.   And of course a glass of wine.  Jodi had a baked potatoes.  It was good  They still had Christmas stuff up for a Valentine’s Day meal which was a bit odd.  We cane back to the room and shortly walked to the venue for the concert and we arrived so early  and they would not let us in the building for 20 minutes.  So we stood in the cool/cold and waited.   The concert was good as usual and Jodi got a  “You can do this hard thing” tee. She was pretty excited about that . 

 Off to breakfasts alone as she is sleeping in, after yesterday I don’t blame her!