The Wild Rose

Just arrived in Copenhagen. Long flight, but uneventful. It’s 8:30am here and we’re running on 2 hours of sleep from Sunday night. As we got off of the airplane we were bombarded with nonsensical syllables thrown at us, so naturally we responded like any good American…by staring blankly ahead like they weren’t even there. And naturally, that translated loud and clear that we were indeed from the States, which is when they switched gears and spoke english. The longer we are up, the funnier things are getting, so at this rate we should arrive in Turku laughing our heads off!