5-9-2007 Glasgow here I am

I woke upp 5:20 and ate a fast breakfast. Said goodbye to my mother. Some tears left her eyes, of happiness not relief, she said. I took the U train to Böle and then continued to Dickursby. In the bus from Dickursby to the airport I almost vomited, so excited was I. Check in etc followed.

Scared to death I entered the plane. Everything was well arranged and some elevator music was on. I calmed down. In the air I felt safe, almost. Arrived a bit late to Edinburgh. From the plane window I saw several golf courses. - What waste of beautiful scottish slopes. The weather was windy anf cloudy. Strangely, there was a passport control at the airport. I found my suitcase and asked how to get to Glasgow. At that time I realized scottish english is no piece of cake. I didnt understand the ticketoffice lady or the busdriver very well. To get to Glasgow was very easy. To busses. It was cheap as well. My first impression of Scotts was the friendlyness. At Buchanan busstation in Glasgow I entered a cab. He didnt understand my pronounciation(?) of Kelvinhaugh Road so I showed the note. 5 pounds for the trip. The street was very quiet. The reception was fast but steady. I got the key and a internet flex(?). I walked to the house. Ok from outside, inside very torn. The flat was tough clean and good. Two italian lads had already arrived. Marco and something I cant remember. I threw the luggage inside and lied in the bed. I inhaled the smell and tried to get to get around the fact that I this would be my home until 15th June. I was starving so I went for a supermarket search. It was impossible to find one. However, I saw a couple with Lidl bags. In haste I ran to them and asked. They showed me the way. Rejoice, Pekka och Mamma. I went there and bought groceries. Back home I made Pasta parmesan with a tin of macrils in tomat sauce and toast. Marco and I talked about weather, Berlusconi and food. After the meal we all three drank Italian espresso. Marco had brought from Italy. Great. Tired and after meeting a French lad I fell asleep in my bed. Earlier that day I found a fästing on my leg. I hope I dont have borelia. When I woke up the Italians were cooking. Drunk of sleep i entered the kitchen and common room. They served me a steak with potatoes and tomatoes. It was good and red. Then I washed myself and now I`m sitting here writing and the battery on my laptop is running low becaude my adapter doesnt work. Goodnight.