Saturday, July 9th
1:37am Texas, 8:37am Copenhagen
We made it to Denmark finally. The flight was long and of course we were seated right behind The Crying Baby. You know the one. It waits until about an hour into the flight, when you’re just starting to think you’re home free. Then it starts, and doesn’t stop crying until you arrive at your final destination. I mean I know you can’t blame the poor baby. I’d probably be whining too if I knew I could get away with it. But still.
So aside from The Baby, the flight wasn’t all that bad. I feel like such a spoiled American complaining about my long, tiring flight to Europe. Poor me! I got to sit by my sisters, which was nice because that means I was able to avoid The Stranger-Friend – that guy or girl who somehow thinks it’d be great to strike up a deep conversation, despite the fact that your headphones are on (even though you aren’t actually listening to anything…).
And now here we are, sixteen hours later, sitting in the terminal in Copenhagen. Eating a very European breakfast and watching in awe as blonde after blonde walks by, looking effortlessly refreshed at all times. In half an hour we’ll fly to Billund and then drive to Fano (except it’s spelled with Danish letters that I can’t find on my computer), the island where we’ll be staying for the next week or so. My dad and Julianne haven’t been to Europe before. I’m so excited that they’ll get to experience it this way, with someone who knows what they’re doing and where to go. There will be little trial and error on this trip, unlike my summer abroad two years ago (there was a LOT of that). And I, personally, am sooo excited to be staying in a house with my family, in a small town on an island. I get the impression it will be very quiet and low-key, which is how a vacation should be. Traveling around like a madman is fun to do once, just to say you did it. But honestly after running through too many train stations only to miss the train by two minutes makes me never want to travel that way again.
