Almost There

Well it's 12:30 in the morning my time, 6:30 Copenhagen time. 3477 miles traveled without filling up once. A bit more than two hours left in the flight and with breakfast thrown in the middle of that the time will surely fly by. Soon I'll be flying over Ireland and I'm fittingly listening to On Avery Island, which on the surface doesn't have much to do with Ireland, just that the last time I was there I remember listening to it on a bus from Dublin to Ennis. NMH is good traveling/thinking music for me.

So speaking geographically, I'm gone. The flight hasn't been bad at all. I may have even slept for a little bit. Seems like the more I fly the better it gets. That's a nice thing to think about.

It's amazing how I already miss the life back in the states. Los sobrinos especially. As I'm stripped of all comfort and control, my mind subconsciously searches for any mental hole I can hide myself in. It's like a fort, not the kind for troops, the kind for six year olds. The ones that only you were small enough to get in. Inside it's all soft pillows with blankets overhead. You can just crawl in and never have to think about how life would be after you're too big to crawl inside. Seems like that's a kind of metaphor for my life. I'll find myself crawling inside of a smile or feeling and not come out till I'm good and ready.


Elizabeth

Rachel Ray's on tv with her travel show. She's got three things that I love: she's cute, she apparently enjoys traveling, and she's a damn fine cook. She's making my belly dream of all the unimaginable deliciousness of Danish food I might be lucky enough to find. I really don't know what it'll be like, but I'm hungry and anything sounds perfect now.