Let it Rain Down

We began the day by freezing our butts off on the ferry back to Holyhead. I curled up into as small of a ball as I could manage and was still freezing while Kelley used her scarf and sweatshirt to bundle up. I wouldn't have been surprised if it was less than 60 degrees in there. We waited for our train to Crewe for a good two hours and then hopped on board where we both amused ourselves with our various forms of technology. From Crewe, we took a train up to Glasgow, with only 15 minutes in between so we were in a bit of a panic but we made it alright. The scenery up to Glasgow was truly beautiful and I wish I could have taken pictures but I was in the aisle and it would have been stupid for me to have bothered. The whole time on the train, we wanted it to rain (but not just any type of rain, a toad floater, where it rains so much toads float) but all it did was drizzle. We made it to Glasgow and set off for our hostel thinking it was going to be easy. We got to what Kelley thought was the hostel only to find out that there were two of the hostels we were staying at and we were at the wrong one. So as we set off to the correct hostel, it started to rain, and not a drizzle but a good ole Scotland rain. So there we were carrying our 30 pound backpacks, our purses, our carry-on bags (mine with a laptop and a lot of electronics), and umbrellas with no idea where we were going because the guy basically told us to cut through the park. And of course it was a really big park. But we eventually made it and had a private room awaiting us. We were supposed to have free wireless but for some reason the network key they give me does not work and they don't know what to do to fix it. I appear to be working with a bunch of geniuses here. But with the network name of "South African Girls Rock" what do you expect.