The Day the Lights Went Out in a Glasgow Hotel

The Day the Lights Went Out in a Glasgow Hotel

The year was 1997 and I decided to solo travel to the UK, specifically England, Wales and Scotland (Great Britain). I didn’t know it then, but I was in for a trip of a lifetime!

When I told my parents I wanted to travel to the UK, my mom was all for it. She said the experience would be good for me. That it would help me to grow as a person and become more confident and responsible.

My father on the other hand wasn’t thrilled about the idea. His exact words were, “What are you trying to do? Give me a heart attack and kill me!” My dad gave me a lecture about how he served in the U.S. Army and that he, not I, would be prepared if a disaster happened.

I thanked him for his concern but was determined to travel, no matter what my parents or anyone else thought. You only have only life, and I was going to live mine to the fullest.

The next day I researched local travel agencies and made an appointment to speak with a travel agent. My meeting went well and I booked my trip.

I went home and told my parents.

My dad flipped out!

Long story short, he ended up coming with me on my trip. It was our first and last one we took together. But that’s another story about how to survive traveling with family.

I was excited about taking an international trip to the side of the world I read and learned about in my art, English, history and literature classes [love Jane Austen, Thomas Hardy and other British authors and poets].

What could go wrong?

You have no idea!