Sonder n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.
The main reason for the travel this time was a big team event with work, that mean that I woke up in my fab hotel room yesterday morning…
…enjoyed the perks of complimentary coffee and mini croissants while jumping into a taxi for another hotel and hours, after hours of people talking. While drink liters of coffee and eat, eat and eat.
Then there was the required team event in the evening, which was fantabolous, at a BBQ place where we got to cook our own food while enjoying something they call an open bar.
I will admit to eating too much during the cooking process to not be hungry when it was all done, I will also admit to enjoying the local beer in such a way that it was a bit rough waking up this morning, and totally no possibility of blogging last night.
I mean, this morning was even so though that I forgot to take a pic of my hotel brekkie before I started eating it.
I might also be a bit blurry on what the speakers said during the first half of the day…
It has been great two days with good networking and all that jazz…so not too bad!
Today was travel day and as per usual I’m so freaked out about sleeping in and missing my flight that I can’t fall asleep. I have never missed a flight for work and my brain and body should know that by now so it shouldn’t be a problem, still it was and around three this morning I finally pretty much passed out.
Since I did get around (well, I had the time to) to set the coffee maker last night, thus I woke up before my alarm this morning. Guessing it was mostly because I wasn’t sleeping that hard and the moment the coffee smell hit my nose I was awake.
Last time I was out flying my feet got so swollen that they hurt like hell in my grown-up shoes, so this time around I wore my new compression socks, hoping that they would take the edge off…yeah, no! We’ll see though as I ordered several different types hoping that at least one or two pair will do it for me.
To be honest here, the whole thing would be easier if I could just bring a second pair of not so grown-up shoes. It’s just that I rather bring the backpack than the rolling bag as it is less of a hassle on the flight, train and walk. Yes, I have real proper problems most of the time.
Well, this time I had company on the trip which was nice since of course the flight was delayed. Thinking that I might add time spent on delayed flights to the train count, to see how much time of my life I really waste (and after waiting for the bus in the freezing cold yesterday, maybe that as well). Instead of floating around the airport without a plan, we sat down for coffee and pastry 🙂
Whit a delayed flight (that had an already pushed departure time) we made it in time for lunch and half the day gone. I’m still working hard on catching up on the emails that piled up from last week when I was home sick, so having to stop for a meeting wasn’t the thing I really wanted to do.
By the end of that meeting, it was time to pull the brakes on an already long day so we packed up and went for dinner. At that time there was plans for going back to the hotel room after dinner to get back into those mails.
We ended up going to this mexican place with fantastic margaritas and at that point I decided that the mails can wait. Burrito and strawberry margarita, not bad for a Tuesday eve. All other problems (other than that my feet hurt like hell) are suddenly very, very far away.
10 pm suddenly felt like midnight, and I’m now cuddled up in the hotel bed with the possibility of some proper sleep coming on. I’m dead tired and I can sleep until 8 tomorrow…fingers crossed for some good times. If I fall asleep early I can use the morning for those mails, if I don’t, at least I get to sleep in without worrying about missing a plane…
When the alarm went of at 7 am yesterday morning, I had one look out the window, changed the time for 8 and went back to bed. You could see through the window how cold it was outside, and my whole body was just screaming NOOOOOOOOOOO! And when the body says no, you have to listen.
The hotel I’m staying at wont let me book a room that includes breakfast anymore, so I did the cheap skate thing…leftovers from the flight down (I mean, I had brekkie in the lounge so can’t say I was hungry when on the plane…).
I was real tired all day long, and again the food portions at lunch doesn’t help as food coma hits before you even finish it.
The trip homeward was interesting, as when I was sitting at the airport waiting for my flight, my buddies from Las Palmas let me know that they were coming home for a bit and wondered if I had time to meet up. When I asked when they would arrive, they said: in about two hours. So we landed pretty much at the same time, yey for company on the train 🙂
Then I came home and sat down in front of the PC to give you an update, it just wouldn’t happen, my brain was total mush…so you got it now instead! Better late than never, right?
The train didn’t really get stuck this morning and I made it in good time to enjoy the lounge. It’s a pretty rare occurence so I really want to have the time to enjoy it. Breakfast anyone?
The flight left on time, arrived on time and I had perfect timing to the train on the other side, fantastic. And as I got of the train the sun was shining, imagine that all my Swedish peeps, remember what that feels like?
Then it went downhill from there, at least when it came to the weather. I hadn’t been in the office for long when the first thunderstorm hit, nice to be indoors when it happened and it made for pretty pictures.
Taking the morning flight mean that there’s not that long until it’s time for lunch, and for the life of me I can’t get over the German portions…I get overwhelmed every time.
According to the run schedule today is a run day, and I had every intention to go out for a run. I was a bit worried that I would be too tired after work, however after I checked in to my hotel the booty wanted to run, then I looked outside. I’m telling you that German winter rain is worse than Swedish winter rain as again it came with a proper thunderstorm.
As I got into my book, listening to the thunder and rain outside I was real happy that I didn’t give it a go.
To round of this already long day, I went out for a former colleague to this real nice greek place. Note to one self for future restaurant visits…remember to bring your wallet!
I’ve been back at the hotel long enough to finish yet another dirty book and should really try to get some sleep. I’m hoping that the weather will magically be better tomorrow morning, and with the help of even more magic, I will want to go for a morning run.
Waking up eluded me also this morning so it was straight into an intense work shift at the home office as today was only a half-day with the afternoon off. I had to make sure to get as much done as possible while sitting in on an almost two-hour process overview meeting.
After being able to turn the computer off, I hit a quick shower (at this point I was hoping that I would also be washing of the residues of a run, with the sleep habits…didn’t happen) before taking the elevator downstairs to meet up with the old neighbour. When I say old neighbour, it’s not that she’s old, it’s more that we where neighbours back in the days from when I was five until I was 17.
She work not that far from where mother lives so we have started to meet up for lunch every now and then when I’m working from Gotham City. Always nice when your lunch comes with a view.
After nice food and nice chat, it was time for the main event. The whole reason that I got on a train to Gotham on Thursday night instead of Friday…the yearly birthday-movie-date-with-the-niece. It’s real fun to surprise her at school for some me and her time at the movies. She was super happy and excited with problems sitting still on the tram into town.
A part of the movie tradition (I want to belive that the alone time with me is more important than this part, not too sure though) is the any snack you want shopping. We totally go all in on this. I think the adorable part is that both the girls always insist that the left-overs are brought home to the sister that didn’t have their birthday. So left-over snacks is now a tradition with my nieces.
One could think that this post would end with me dropping of my niece with her parents (oh, by the way, we saw The Story of Ferdinand, and I totally recommend it!), instead I went home and changed into my running clothes. So I finally got my Thursday run done.
Feeling mighty pleased with myself.
And then was my day done?
No, then it was dinner time, and as you should when you are in Gotham, we ate shrimps and I celebrated my run with a glass of wine (well, might be on my third one by now).
And then I spent the rest of the night on the couch doing nothing…nah just kidding.
Then I had a planning date with one of my old NZ buddies. She’s taking a trip over to Europe in May, two weeks of us two travelling around so we needed to sort out the dates and stuff like that.
If you want to help, any good ideas on what to do or see in Amsterdam, Berlin, Prag or Vienna are more than welcome 🙂
And now, I will spend the rest of the evening (kind of not that much left of it) on the couch with Candy crush soda. I think I deserved it.
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!