I’m in Sweden.

I spent probably about 20 hours of pure, straight travel time between the 7th and the 8th. Things that happened during those hectic days:

• I bought a peach and an Odwalla from Grant’s Marketplace before coming home and attempting to eat all my remaining cereal and bacon.
• I was accosted by Jehovah’s Witnesses outside of my ex-house (I had just locked the door and hid the key for the last time) FOR THE LAST TIME. I didn’t even know they came into the ghetto.
• My cab driver to the airport really wants to move to Denver. Good luck!
• My bike box (with gear and camping stuff) came in at 49.0 pounds. My big checked bag came to 49.5 pounds. On the first try. There’s a 50 pound limit to checked baggage; I rule at packing.
• I sat next to the loudest, dumbest girls ever on the plan to Chicago.
• At O’ Hare International Airport, Vosges is everywhere. Thumbs up.
• I ate a Philly Cheese Steak at Gold Coast Dogs. It was OK.
• I lost my US cell phone at the check in counter at O’Hare. I was about to board the plane without it when they announced a found phone over the system. I waited until everyone else had boarded before the SAS employee showed up with my phone. Thanks! I knew it was gone, but as I am practically going to be just throwing it out when I return to the US, I was only distraught over losing all my contact numbers.
• I sat next to a narcoleptic 92 year old lady for a little over 8 hours on the plane, not getting up once.
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• United or SAS had done quite the number to my bike box by the time it had arrived in Copenhagen. My derailleur was hanging out of a hole punched in the side (I had put a protector there and everything).
• I tried to purchase a train ticket to Sweden only to have my ATM card be rejected. That’s happened at the Copenhagen airport before with a different card. It’s my main card, so I was a little worried about how I could access my cash. Luckily, they took US dollars.
• The train conductor didn’t think that I knew how to switch trains. Shit, dude, I’ve done this before. Apparently, Mr. Direct-Me-To-The-Wrong-Platform-For-The-Next-Train-Even – Though-I-Know-Where-The-Correct-One-Is, I know your system better than you do.
• The 2 mile cab ride from Lund’s train station to my apartment cost approx. 36 US dollars. But, because I spoke better Swedish than the cabbie spoke English, I got to have my first honest-to-god Swedish conversation in a long time. I was feeling pretty proud.
• My room is pretty big, and there are a lot of instruments all over the place. Sweet. I promptly bought candy and ice cream (and found out the my CREDIT card as well didn’t seem to work – my worriedness increased).

This is pretty much the reason I came here: