Pretty mellow day

Of all the pretty eventful days, it's starting to die down. I woke up late and Just chilled around the house for some time staring out the window, enjoying the scenery, the sunshine and clouds passing by. Walked around the neighborhood and enjoyed the mellow weather. For once the wind decided to rest and it didn't rain! At least in the places I went around.

I went to central to try eating at a restaurant. They are all pretty pricey and I can already see the big difference in food prices. Maybe it's like that in there states too but it seems pretty apparent to me. An Italian restaurant drew me in with its prices but I didn't realize they served only tapas so I ended up spending as much as other places. I spent £11.10 ~ $21. I bought dessert too for the hell of it. I won't be eating at a restaurant for a while.

I went to a bar called "The Flying Duck" which Stephen suggested because they have good music sessions there. It was really good. There were too many musicians, some were waiting in line hoping someone would leave while some left. Either way, it was great music.

I met an older gentleman, Kevin, who is Irish but is often in Glasgow for work. He says when he goes to The Flying Duck every Sunday when he is in town to admire the music. He plays the mandolin but doesn't play sessions too often because he says he is still learning. He gave me wise words on life from his experience and it made me feel good. I feel the things I've been hearing about life have been things I've been thinking to myself for the past few years but never sinks in until I hear it from another human being, a stranger none the less who also realizes the importance of art. ? There's more than just art and human expression though... I can't quite find the words to describe it, but it's a mixture of living life one's own way, finding or doing something to contribute and pass on to future generations, and finding a balance with society and one's self. Balance is always what it boils down to in my opinion. We all are forced to take a stand for our own beliefs, and although sympathy and understanding for all sides may be good, its still not an answer...

I don't know where I'm going with this... I'm probably just tired, my mind is wandering. Anyway it's been nothing but great so far. There has been something to take away from every day that has passed and every person I have met or noticed. In theory, I have and can do the same back home. I think about home and there are similarities when I open my mind enough to look for them. I think the only reason is because right now I am in a foreign country and have dropped all thoughts and expectations of everything; people, myself, the weather, because I don't know what to expect and I came with no defined agenda with the exception of experiencing the culture and life here... And that allows me to essentially accept everything by embracing the unknown. There are still problems and things to worry about while I'm here and especially when I get back, but you know what? They aren't bothering me anymore, and I am starting to feel that they won't for some time.