First day of school.

Glaswegian Sunday

I had a nice easy day walking around Glasgow city center. I even took a little walk over to the RCS. A really good rock band with a horn section was playing some oldies on Buchanan Street. I also walked past Trader Joe's Pub which is around the corner from RCS and there was a Beatles cover duo rockin' out. I can't wait for school to start tomorrow! Whatever should I wear?

In my room, in my room.

Things are shaping up nicely in chalet Klarer. Of course, it's a work in progress, but what isn't these days. I think I'll get a spicy haggis roll for breakfast. Then perhaps I'll buy some shoes and take a walk about town.

I MADE IT!!!!

After a very long day, I finally made it to Glasgow! With my bags! YEAH! Ihave explore a couple of streets around my housing. I bought bedding, hangers, a cell phone, fish and chips, and now my internet is set up, so I can actually report that I did indeed do those things. BUT, the most important business I can do now is wish my best friend, Ben, a huge HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!! Yeah!!!!!

Reyjavik, Iceland

I had a nice 5 hour flight from Toronto to Reykjavik. Is at next to this delightfully sweet couple, Robyn and Edward, who shared their fair trade dark espresso chocolate with me. They were on their way to England and were taking advantage of the fee free week layover in Iceland. The started watching the King's Speech and spent the first third of the movie fumbling with ear buds which either didn't work so they switched or kept falling out of their ears because they were sharing and trying to snuggle together. Occasionally Robyn would reach over and say, "Give me a little kiss." He of course obliged.

Now it's 7am local time, 3am back home. It'll be a short flight to Glasgow where I am just hoping beyond hope that my luggage will meet me. 

Blame Canada

I'm glad I got to the MKE airport a little early. Air Canada apparently doesn't know how bag check works. The system would allow my bags to be tagged/checked for my final destination. After an hour the poor sweet woman at the counter finally got some help from the main office after being hung up on. All I could do was wait and give her my best sympathetic puppy face and well wishes. There was also a huge line full of mostly hunters with huge bags and gun cases, as well as a spattering of cute middle-aged couples off to Copenhagen or wherever. The guy ahead of me dropped his credit card through the bag scale and the amputee hunter behind me was probably 100 and was checking in a huge duffle, a gun case, and had a walker with camo wrapped around the feet. I think he actually intends to hunt with it. The Godspeed Gladys. (Names have been changed to protect the innocent. Also, I don't remember her name.)

Grad School Abroad

It's 4:30am on the day of my flight to Glasgow, Scotland where I will begin grad school for the next year. The road has been long. I applied to many schools, had many auditions, and waited and waited and waited. Then I was accepted to the Royal Conservatoire of Scotland. After a summer of NYC, dog walking, stage combat, and a little Door County. I am finally on my way. Here's to a good year and many stready blog posts!