Leavin´on a jet plane

We´re at the CPH airport. I´m yhe geek stnding at the internet kiosk, typing on the miniscule keyboard, while everyone else sits typing happily away on thier laptops in the wifi zone. next time, I´m bringing one of those miniscule laptops with me. There's wifi everywhere here. Guess that's why I had such a hard time finding the internet cafes, huh?

We made it through check-in and security without too much trouble. We did self check in, only it didn't want to work that well. It checked us in through Tulsa, but only printed our boarding cards to Amsterdam. Then it couldn't get our baggage tags printed. But, the totally helpful KLM desk agent got us all taken care of. At security, I beeped! Me! The person who makes sure Chris takes everything out of his pockets (which he never remembers, and almoat went through with a pocketful of change, a camera and various and sundry other things) and wears a sports bra for the express purpose of avoiding these things: Guess it was the zipper in my fleece. Chris had his on too, but it did't go off. Humph!! I won't kid ya about it,it is quite intimidating to get wanded,patted down in another language. I'm just sayin'.

Now, we have to figure out how to spend the $20+ in change we still have. We saved up so we could pay for the Metro/train combination out here. Turns out I was making it harder than it needed to be and cost us 54 DKK instead of the 133 we were expecting. Hey! A guy in a kilt just walked by! I guess there were a lot of Brits, Irishmen, what have you heerer this weekend for a rugby tourney. Yesterday, we saw a guy wearing a shirt that said, "I´m Irish." I noticed it, walked beside him for a minute, and then looked over and said, "So you're Irish?" He and his buddies just died laughing. Cracked myself up a bit, Im must admit. Turns out, he'd gotten the shirt at a rugby tourney over St. Pat's in Savannah, Ga. Too funny!

Well, the back is starting to hurt from standing here, and I need to go see if they've decided on a gate for us yet. No one can make fun of me anymore (yes, you can tell, even in another language when they are making fun of you...the phrase Internet kiosk was a dead give away).