Day three in Glasgow, and my final day in the city until I return in three weeks. I wonder how I will view the city at that time.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. Today I’ll make my way over to the Kelvingrove park and museum.
Navigating my way through the city and it’s eclectic neighborhoods, I eventually come to one of the Park’s many entrances. Statues adorn the park with remembrances of those early settlers of this land.
I come to the Kelvingrove museum, an impressive architectural building from the outside, and upon entering the lobby, equally impressive inside. All manner of exhibits are on display here, from first man to modern art. Many cultures and countries are showcased as well.
I take my time, studying stone and granite, watercolor and oil, plaster and ink. Animals stuffed and re-created. The history of the world, or at least a glimmer of it, can be found as I go from room to room, floor to floor.
I’m just about done seeing the museum, except for a small corner on the top floor. As I enter a chill runs down my spine. I’ve always been a fan of the artist Salvador Dali, and couldn’t believe what was in front of my eyes.
Christ of Saint John of the Cross is a painting by Salvador Dalí made in 1951. It depicts Jesus Christ on the cross in a darkened sky floating over a body of water complete with a boat and fishermen. The power of this painting humbles me to my core. It’s the perfect image to end my initial time here in Glasgow.
I leave the Kelvingrove, and as I’m making my way slowly back to the hotel, I start feeling sick. Covid? God I hope not. Instead of a pub I find a small restaurant that serves vegan food and holistic, all natural drinks to help boost a variety of body alignments. It does wonders for my body, and feel much better as I leave the restaurant.
I catch a taxi later that afternoon to the outskirts of town, to a suburb called Milngavie. Tomorrow starts my official walking Holiday as I begin my trek through Scotland along the West Highland Way.
