10-16-2023 Glasgow Airport, 4:53 a.m.
We slipped out of the highlands yesterday, early, moseying along country roads through fields just gleaned, many a sheep spotted green field and saw one last castle. Within an hour we were flying along at 70mph on a four-lane and the long ordeal to get home had begun. We turned our car back to Robin, the 21-year-old college student who owns two cars he lets out on Turo. Nice kid, smart, an aerospace engineering major, and a budding entrepreneur. We boarded our airport express bus and fell into the Holiday Inn Glasgow Airport. Flight at 6a.m. Said we must be there at 4 and at 4:22 a.m. we’re sitting at the gate. We are down the rabbit hole.
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