Here I am, happy as can be, sitting in the Glasgow airport waiting for my flight, via Dublin, to Boston. Happy because I’m heading home, and happy because, as I’ve mentioned before, I love airports. If homeless, this is where I’d live.
Yesterday, was another stellar day as I made my way from Iona to the airport. Why? Along with airports, I love public transportation. Ferry, bus, ferry, bus, bus, every leg of the journey was on time.
My love of solitary travel includes a delight in public transportation. In Scotland the services are excellent, citizens count on them, and use them. My days of renting a car, now behind me, removed me from being part of humanity going from place to place. My face has now become one with many.
Yesterday, was another stellar day as I made my way from Iona to the airport. Why? Along with airports, I love public transportation. Ferry, bus, ferry, bus, bus, every leg of the journey was on time.
My love of solitary travel includes a delight in public transportation. In Scotland the services are excellent, citizens count on them, and use them. My days of renting a car, now behind me, removed me from being part of humanity going from place to place. My face has now become one with many.