A week from yesterday, if plans go according the schedule, I will have landed at the Glasgow Airport, taken a bus to Ft. William, driven myself through Glen Shield, one of the most beautiful glens in Scotland, crossed over the Skye Bridge, and arrived at the self-catering cottage that I have rented for two weeks. Before coming home on September 16, I’ll spend four nights on the Isle of Iona.
My grandfather came from Glasgow, and my mom used to tell us that that made her father a “Glaswegian”. When I go to Scotland, I feel that pull that says, “You’re home,” as I imagine myself standing in my croft door looking out to sea.
I traveled to Scotland way back when with my parents and sister, several times with my mom after my dad died, and once with my husband. Then in 1996 I started taking my solitary trips there. This is the first time I’ve rented a place; I wonder what I’ll discover at this cottage-near-the-sea? Don’t worry, I’ll let you know: the place has wifi. I made sure of that.