This post will unfortunately come in a day late. The internet wasn’t my friend today.
It’s been a long day, a day that in all fairness; has only just begun. One should never underestimate the importance of sleep. I am sitting here at Arlanda Airport in Stockholm, have finally checked in after what felt like a lifetime in a line that reached as far as the eye could see. I have been up eight hours and it’s not yet midday. In another twelve hours, God willing I will be touching down in Minneapolis/St Paul. The flight from Gothenburg to Stockholm was wonderful, the green of the earth slipping away below me, clouds of fluffy white, like sugar candy engulfing the plane. It took less than an hour from west coast to east coast. Then came the big wait.
Arlanda isn’t easy to navigate, so having six hours to wait was probably just as well. I picked up my luggage and went to find the information needed to board the next flight. It’s all computerized and I’m not exactly a technical person. I spent a good twenty minutes watching others, learning how to obtain my boarding pass. Once I was sure I knew exactly what to do, I headed for a café and a good cup of coffee. I couldn’t board until eleven. Time really does go slow when you are in a hurry to get some place.
But here I am, only two hours to go until my next flight. In five hours I will hopefully be in Reykjavik. I’ve been there, done that, two times in fact. The first time though, I never made it to America. I did the second time of course. By the time I land on American soil I will have been awake, twenty-two hours. I guess I will stand in a line for an hour and then of course, there is a one hour car ride. And if you were to ask me if it’s all worth it, you know I would tell you, absolutely YES!
Bye for now,