Winter equals snow....

Guess what! It actually snows at wintertime in some Scandinavian countries! Unbelievable, I know! Well, at least for people working in any sort of transportation business. Like, for instance, an airport....

You have been looking forward to your trip for AGES. You have a stressful day at work, run home early to pack your stuff. Hurry out to the airport. Check in and get rid of luggage. Struggle through the security control. Oh, well, not really. There is something called "fast track", you know. Then you run through the tax free to stock up on cheap deodorant and other necessities. After yelling at the cashier at the Seafood Bar for being out of Swedish Caviar (löjrom), you sit down to enjoy your glass of bottom-range bubbly. The weekend has arrived. Wheew.

Then you hear the airport announcement. It is snowing. In Copenhagen. And - guess where we are heading? You got it. Copenhagen. Our annual pre-Christmas weekend with good friends. A weekend that is ALWAYS far too short. So for the first time in almost 10 years, we decided to leave on a Thursday. So we could have a quiet day to ourselves before the real heavy drinkers arrive.

Normally, time flies. Especially when you need to catch a flight. But when you need to wait for that very same flight, time stands still. It is like a vacuum. A black hole. We finished our meal (some shitty crab followed by some equally shitty pretend-caviar). Browsed the shops - once more. Went to the business lounge and had a few hotdogs. Played Monopoly on iPad. Read papers. Updated Facebook. Ding-dong. A further delay. Great. Flush. That was the sound of our dinner reservation at the hotel going down the drain.

Arrived in Kastrup a good two hours late. Dinner was replaced by a red hot dog from the stand next to the luggage conveyor belt. Not a bad substitution, really, as these hotdogs are awesome. In fact, you should never spend more than 10 minutes on Danish soil before you chew into a red hot dog. Although I learnt recently from a very good friend, of US origin, that the Americans refer to hot dogs as "lips and assholes". It might indicate that it is not the BEST parts of the pig that goes into the hot dog. Doesn't really bother me that much, as long as it tastes great.

Now we are well settled at our home for the weekend. We have enjoyed a great breakfast including Eggs Benedict. And Mimosas. Although alcoholic beverages are not really allowed until after noon. Even on holiday. You need to make some exceptions to the rule from time to time.

Mr. Incredible is soaking in the bathtub, while yours truly is testing her new photo transfer from iPhone to iPad application, in combination with a new blogging software for her iPad. Nerdy, I know. I will try to make it up to you later this weekend.

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Location:Kongens Nytorv,Copenhagen,Denmark