So after a few very unproductive days at home (I had plans, I really did but the books and the couch was calling my name) it was again time to return to what’s becoming my second home, Copenhagen airport.
This time around I’m not travelling by myself as two wonderful people took pity on me when I couldn’t make up my mind about what to make of my vacation, and invited me to their home, in Las Palmas. Who turns down sun and warm weather?
So instead of my usual gate hanging we stopped by the well hidden Murphys pub (by gate C6, one floor up if you are wondering) and had some yum yum food.
Traveling on a Sunday flight to the Canary Islands are quite different from a Thursday fligth that goes between for example Düsseldorf and Copenhagen, I will admit to having my patience tested a number of times by confused elderly people that can’t sit still and don’t really realize that there are other people arround them.
All was forgiven when I got to put my flip flops back on!