Airport Post #2

(Written Sept 7th 7AM, Swedish time - or 1AM Eastern time)

I’m in Sweden! Well, in a Swedish airport anyway. I’ve got about 3 hours until the second part of my flight and I have a hunch that this is going to be a pretty small plane.

It turns out the damn Swedes are more tech savvy than us Americans – they’ve got the whole airport hooked up to high speed wireless internet. It’s not free of course, and since I have no idea what 70.00 SEK is translated into US dollars I’m not about to pull out my credit card and pay for it. If I get bored enough I might wander over to the info desk and ask them to convert for me.

I’ve also found out that the chatty family sitting next to me in the waiting room at Newark was Italian (sneaked a peak at their passports). That explains why it sounded close to French, but I’m surprised I didn’t recognize it. I guess I was concentrating too much on the fact that we were flying to Scandinavia and Italy didn’t even cross my mind.

The flight to Stockholm was pretty normal. The plane was only half full so I lucked out with two seats all to myself – both a window AND an aisle! (And I was worried….) We were fed well – 2 meals and a snack. I watched the first part of “Guess Who” and most of “Hostage”, played some backgammon, battleship, and even a lame version of that worm game. Popped two Tylenol PMs at the beginning of the flight and slept pretty well between those two movies.

Among the first voices I heard upon leaving the plane were these two guys walking towards a different gate and speaking in Russian! Russians are everywhere….