Turns out, there isn't much in the way of touristy things to do in Glasgow. I'm not knocking the city by saying this. I was actually relieved to be let off the hook and not feel required to do a lot of site seeing. Or is it sight seeing? Either way, I didn't do any of it. Instead, I took time out of my busy tourist schedule to chill.
I spent my three days in and around the glorious CitizenM hotel. I shopped, relaxed and caught up on emails. I think I watched ten episodes of Friends in my hotel room. They LOVE Friends here.
I also went to the drug store (how I love Boots), took care of my postal needs at the post office and I bought new running shoes, as I wore mine out traipsing around Paris.
Here's a little benefit of being me: I haven't purchased my own running shoes in years. I have a shoe guy. Every once in awhile a new pair of runners arrives at my back porch. No questions asked. My shoe guy gets concerned about my feet. He thinks I don't change my runners nearly as much as I should. He's probably right. That's why he takes care of it for me.
But in Glasgow, I'm a long way from my back porch. So, I bought myself some cute runners that make me seem more European.
I love my new shoes. Apparently, so does my hotel. Look at the lovely mat that welcomed me back to CitizenM:
|Aw shucks, CitizenM. You're the best.|