This is my stand-in boyfriend for the next couple of weeks. His name is Mr. Robot Man. I’ll spare you the mushy gushy, partly because that stuff should be kept private, and partly because it would surely make The Actual Significant Other extremely jealous.
This is my life for the next twenty days. I have panties and a book, so I think I should be good to go. All other items are luxuries.
For those of you wondering, Mom, I’m not studying abroad again (unfortunately.) No, no, no. This trip is just for me. The second I accepted my second-time position as an HP intern, I began planning a second epic adventure (second second second). I figure there just won’t be many opportunities left in my life to take a three week vacation on a whim and be able to (sort of) afford the bill. This isn’t Denmark, after all.
My trip will be a wild one. I’m never in any place for more than two nights. The To-Do List:
- Copenhagen/ Birkerød
- London/ Cambridge
- Edinburgh
- Dublin
- Lisbon
- Porto
- Milan
- Rhodes
- Athens
- Krakow
- Copenhagen
Phew. Why? Why do I do this to myself? Why did I limit myself to eleven distinct areas?! (Just kidding.) I’m a mad woman I tell ya, a mad woman. But Mr. Robot Man accepts me flaws and all.
To prepare, I have brushed up on my Danish (hej!), my French (salut!), and my Portuguese (oi!). What sucks is that I’m not actually going any place where people speak French… Poor planning on that end. I also need to start practicing my British accent; I guess that’s what the plane ride is for.
As much as I really do want to blog every minute of every day and give you a play-by-play of my adventures, Mom, I’m going to try something different. I’m thinking of doing an Instagram-like blog thingamaroo. Photos and captions. That is the plan, Stan. We’ll see how long it lasts. The rest can come later. A girl’s gotta sleep, after all!
Speaking of sleep: I want to do that real bad right about now. I just got off a ten hour flight and am halfway through my 3.5 hour layover in Frankfurt before continuing on to Copenhagen. (Eep!)
I sat in the middle of my row because I forgot to do early check-in, so I couldn’t lean on the window. The head bobbing was a real problem. On the bright side, I got two glasses of wine, apple juice, dinner, breakfast, tiramisu, pretzels, and a wonderful blanket. Seriously, Lufthansa is where it’s at. Three movies later and here we are! Well, here I am. Because I am alone. *sigh.
Alrighty. I’ll be reunited with two thirds of my host family very shortly and cannot wait! Is this really happening? Someone needs to pinch me. (But again, I’m alone, so I guess I’ll just have to pinch myself.)
I think that’s all for now. Until next time,
Venlig hilsen/ Freundlichen Grüßen / Best regards,
Lizzy-wa
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