I woke up early. Most of the girls
in my room knew I was leaving for home today, so I didn't
feel too bad about waking up before them. The showers were
pretty keen, spacious and with a private changing area. The
only challenge was to keep my clothes from getting wet as
We took the bus to the train station, then
boarded a train for the airport. I thought I might have to
pay, but my Copenhagen card worked. A very cool thing, that
card. While I didn't get my money's worth literally, it saved
much hassle with all the bus riding we were doing.
At the airport, Chris and I bought ice cream
treats and sat outside the gate area. I don't remember what
we talked about, but I remember feeling peaceful and fulfilled.
Eventually we parted ways. I forgot to give him my spare Danish
With the flights commenced the feeding, but
the food seemed less appealing this time around. The wait
at London Heathrow was 4 hours, during which time I bought
the wrong kind of tea at Harrod's for my coworkers and sat
for awhile playing Gameboy and listening to Nick Drake on
The flight to Philadelphia seemed particularly
long. I watched The Wedding Planner, then that movie about
the computer programmer who discovers the evil doings of America's
largest computer conglomerate. Neither was particularly good
or bad, but I felt depressed when the flight people showed
them again rather than showing another movie.
I arrived at Philadelphia with my new corduroy
jacket on over a long sleeved black shirt. It was 98 degrees
outside. The guy babysitting the line for passport check kept
saying to people, "You're gonna wanna take that jacket
off!" He said it to me, too.
My parents were waiting for me at baggage
claim, looking summery and touched by the sun. They'd taken
a day off from their own vacation at the Jersey shore to pick
me up. We found my bag, and I got in the car, exhausted. When
I got back to my apartment, I showered and changed and met
them at the Boat House. They wanted to hear everything about
my trip, and I think I disappointed them. Everything was too
fresh in my mind, and I was too spent to piece it together
into stories. I told them they'd have to wait for Chris to
be here, and for the pictures, and for the journal.