The Journey Over the Pond

My flight from Austin was not uneventful. I had carefully picked a layover in Newark because I thought it would be quick and painless. Unfortunately, my flight to Newark was almost an hour late and I completely missed the direct flight to CPH. I was re-routed through Amsterdam and this meant I would arrive five hours later than expected. Not too bad, but five extra hours of travel is not exactly good either. The truly unfortunate part is that I totally forgot to program Mona's number into my phone and I couldn't let her know my new arrival time. So you guessed it, she waited for a long time and greeted the wrong Chris. Sitting next to a crack head and his drunk wife while cruising over the Atlantic was not pleasant either--thank you, Amsterdam. Oh well, I survived and things only got better...much better.

This is me in the Amsterdam airport before the final leg of my journey, already jetlagged and slightly delirious. I don't really remember taking this picture. Yes, that is my 'carry on' bag next to me. True, a little oversized, but the flight attendants never said anything so it must have been OK...right?