21 in Glasgow

It has occasionally hit me in the 2+ months since my birthday that I’ve passed the final “adult” marker. I’m by definition “in my 20’s”. I guess the strangest thing about birthdays is there isn’t a moment when you feel any older. When we woke up on the 31st of March, Q asked me how I felt, and I answered, from under my pillow, tired.

There was no change. It makes me wonder why we mark the change in our age by a single day, as if there is a measurable difference in who you are or what you can do from the day before to the day after your birthday. But I guess despite feeling the same, I am officially 21, so we can all imagine me buying my first legal (US) drink for tradition’s sake.

I’m not particularly a fan of birthday parties, so despite the notable new age, I celebrated with as little fuss as possible. Technically I spent most of my 21st birthday on trains, because there were quite a few delays coming back from Glasgow. But I count the I count the trip to Glasgow as my birthday, regardless of the date.

Glasgow is about a 2.5 hour direct train ride away, and we booked the trains last minute. The nice thing about traveling within the UK rather than abroad is there’s a lot less pressure to see everything. I’m sure we missed plenty of Trip Advisor’s ‘Top 10 Things To Do’ but I’m pretty okay with that.

I sorted travel and accommodation, so I was not in charge of sorting out exact plans. We got in around 12, so after dropping our luggage off at our hotel we went to find lunch. Like many of my travels, more research went into food than anything else. Lunch was tapas at Cafe Andaluz, a suggestion from some family friends. It was lovely, but also confirmed my fear that red wine without question gives me a migraine.

We spent essentially the rest of the day on a street art walking tour that gave me actual blisters. However it made sure we saw the entire city.

We also stopped by the Gallery of Modern Art, the one with the statue of the Duke of Wellington with the traffic cone on his head.


The next morning (after sorting out the public transport system) we went to Kelvingrove, the main art gallery and museum in the city. It’s just outside the city centre near the university, but its lovely. Give yourself more time than we did if you want to wander through all the small gallery rooms, but its free so its worth it even if you only pop in for a short time.


We had a very odd lunch/pie thing in the basement of a building while watching an incredibly odd play about the ‘worst poet ever’, a nearly surreal experience. Still hungry after the included ‘lunch’, we ate far more fried food than anyone ever should at Bread Meets Bread, but holiday calories don’t count, do they?


We popped into the botanical gardens before heading all the way across the city to see the cathedral. I have to admit I’ve seen a lot of churches, cathedrals, priories, etc, and I would say Glasgow’s is beautiful. The stained glass is very bright and clear, the organ is massive, and on the hill behind it is an incredibly old cemetery.


So despite spending the majority of my birthday on trains, I think I celebrated well.