Fascinating. The first time I visited Glasgow, [the following language is stark and non-complimentary... I do not mean to offend anyone]...
The first time I visited Glasgow, I found it dirty, ugly, soulless and boring. Now, I almost quiver with delight thinking of my upcoming stop-over, on my way home from the Isle of Arran. It just seems so odd to me that my feelings can change so dramatically.
What happened in between? Celtic Connections. But it couldn't have simply been the music, could it? Was it going with a purpose this time around? Was it being in a situation that allowed me to interact with others who had common interests? Simply becoming more familiar with the surroundings?
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