I flew to Sweden Monday after spending two days in the Bay Area with my old friend, Kelly.
There was a little monitor to show the progress of the flight. Here I was just beginning, 4,000 miles and 8 hours from Copenhagen, 36,000 feet in the air and traveling at 514 miles per hour.
Up until that point, everything was smooth, pleasant and totally manageable. It didn't become challenging until I arrived at Kastrup, the Copenhagen airport. But that is a story for another post because now, if I don't stop writing I will miss the chance to go to the flower shop to buy flowers for Anders' mother.
To be continued...