Waiting

I hate afternoon flights. Not like we had a choice. Usually flights to Europe from the East Coast of the U.S. leave in the afternoon or evening and you arrive in the early morning the next day.

Right now is that dead time where you get anxious about everything that could possibly go wrong. You just want to GET THERE ALREADY. Patience is needed. Expectations need to be managed. Best to relax with some music and just go with the flow.

We already received an e-mail asking us to confirm our dinner reservation in Stockholm tomorrow night but I told the Mrs. to hold off replying until we get there. Don't want to jinx anything.

Hopefully the next entry will come from Sweden and not an airport hotel in Newark. Fingers crossed.

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