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July 24, 2006

Copenhagen with Q

Weary traveler, that's what I am. I've been up since 4:30am to catch a flight to Manchester England and the tolls of international travel have finally hit.

Flying into Manchester seemed like a nice rural part of Englad but that does not mean I'm not in one of the highest security airports I've ever travelled (next to Heathrow). Upon landing I was escorted through the back tunnels of the airport to yet another security check for my American passport. I was delayed because one of the immigration officials was being warned to look for a woman traveling on her daughter's passport and trying to get someone else in the country with her passport. Finally I was led back through the tunnels to my gate for a two hour wait. I decided to get a lunch but that meant another security check and having to say cheese for a security camera.

To keep my heart from aching from being away from my kids I've been trying to avoid all the tow headed kids, but the whole Danish country is full of them! I took the longer security line at the airport so I wouldn't have to stand behind the tow-headed boy in the Star Wars shirt. I couldn't look at the little girl with the crazy hair in the row over from me in the plane. I was thinking about my own crazy haired little girl and missing her arms slink around my neck to play with my hair when she wakes up in the morning. To comfort myself I reminded myself that her arms would be slinking around daddy's neck and I envisioned my little Daddy's girl happy to have Daddy all to herself. I hope they're all having fun - and missing me of course. I sure am missing them.

Quincy and I had fun in Copenhagen. We were on the move from the moment I arrived. We visited one of the palaces, a sculputre museum and a Danish pottery flea market my mother-in-law would have died for on the first day I was there. Some of the Dutch words I'd learned in Amsterdam helped in deciphering the menus and Quincy was able to safely continue her vegetarian diet.

The second day we got our danish pastries and then wandered through Tivoli Gardens. We found our way over to Christianahaven, the "free area" of Copenhagen where the radicals reside. I couldn't take too many photos there because in plain English were signs reading "no photo." Signs saying "say no to hard drugs" were all over the place but clearly drugs of the herbal nature were a part of their society. I wanted to learn more about this little hippyville but I guess I'll have to read up on it later.

We ended the night with a canal cruise around Copenhagen, probably my favorite thing we did in Copenhagen. The city is an interesting cross between Amsterdam influenced canal homes and scandinavian culture I saw in Oslo. Each country I go to seems to give me a better understanding of the world.

In the next hour I should be in Edinburgh for my next adventure to begin! Hopefully I can sneak a nap in!
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I'm here! The Edinburgh office is in some ways nicer than mine at the corporate headquarters. Here I actually have a window seat and the kitchen has one of those fancy pod espresso makers.

My taxi driver to the office was more difficult to understand than the pakistani-dane taxi driver in Copenhagen but so far everyone in the office has been understandable. I'm trying to keep my comments to "you drive on the left side of the road" instead of telling them "you drive on the WRONG side of the road here".

I just read Andy's blog and am up to date on the family now. Junk food and sleep deprivation...oh my.

Posted by jana at July 24, 2006 6:44 AM

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Posted by: Dunsany at July 24, 2006 4:50 PM