I'm here!

I'm finally here, after three different flights and what seems like forever in layovers...

But Kathrine and I are enjoying her apartment, after a lovely lunch. I enjoyed my first real Danish meal. We had some very traditional spreads and meats on very hearty, soft bread. I'm so tired, but we're just going to lay low before we head out to perhaps a benefit for Haiti. I'll be sure to post some pictures soon, but for now, here's some of the travel blog I typed up while making my journey to Scandinavia:

11:22 Central Time STL Int’l Airport

So I’ve been at the airport for an hour and a half. I had no problems with security, no problems finding my gate. I brought a magazine, a book, my computer with video editing software and a movie ad my iPod. One would think I would have so much to do, I would have a hard time choosing. I tried to start thank you notes for all my party guests, but this prepared traveler forgot a pen. Highlighert? Check. Permanent marker? Check. Eye liner? Check. Bic? No luck. If I wanted to get up and buy an eight dollar pen from one of the CNBC shops, I’d have to pack up this three ring circus that is my carryon baggage, lug it all there, find a pen, and then sit back down. We board in half an hour…

In better news, I have window seats for all of my flights to Copenhagen. The fog in the Midwest will prove to be a boring view, but I imagine flying into London will be interesting to see.

I really hate being early to the airport.

4:30 Eastern Time Raleigh Durham Airport

According to Angel, the Bulgarian bartender at Carolina Ale, the bar where I had some food, Thursday, Friday and Saturday a flight to London leaves at 6:30. Every other day, it leaves at 8:30. It’s bizarre hearing some of the british accents here, coupled against southern accents. Folks here are mostly headed to Las Vegas, as far as I can tell.

When I got off the 17-person flight from STL, I was so hungry I could hardly stand it. I know I’ll be served dinner on my flight to London, but I could hardly wait the three or four hours it would be until I got some disgusting airplane food. Buffalow chicken tenders and some Blue Moon were exactly what I needed before I headed out of this country. Angel was kind enough to ask where I was going. He said Copenhagen was a little overpriced, but overall, a beautiful city. The people sitting behind me in the terminal are going to London as a family. The mother is over 80 and her children seem to be in their mid fifties. They’re telling her soothing things about the flight; she’ll be able to sleep, she’ll be there before she knows it.

London, here we come.

8:25 Central Time, 3:00 AM London Time (Because I have no idea where in the world I am)

This plane ride is not even half over, and the man behind me will not stop snoring. There’s basically no one on this flight, so most people are spread out across two or three seats. There are a lot of people on this flights with British accents, and one of them who helped me stow my carryon in the overhead compartment told me to mind the size restriction, because if it fell out during flight, it could decapitate someone.

I haven’t been able to finish watching The Hurt Locker yet. Not because it isn’t good, but with all the combat scenes and the turbulance on the plane and the crappy food I ate at weird times today, I was getting sick. I was able to sleep for an hour, and despite my three seat spread, I woke up after dreamig about something weird. The airline is streaming NBC programming, and Simpsons Scene It. Too bad they aren’t playing all the new episodes I missed tonight in the states… Only nine more hours of travel.

Oh, I also spilled vinegarette on my jeans during “dinner,” so I reek of bad salad.

More later.