DENMARK TO AMERICA

It was another early rise for my next flight & I was on the train at 6.09am. Bec walked me there as I was anxious about catching the right one & it being so early (imagine how scary it would be to catch the train from Frankston at 6am). But I coped quite well & even managed to change trains halfway & make it to the airport on time. I had to fly via London (again) & it was packed this time so there was no sitting around waiting for the connecting flight as it took ages to go through security. I was only at Heathrow to transfer to another flight but the security screening is so much more intense than anywhere else I have been so far, even the U.S. (you may have guessed that I am a bit behind on my blog, so while I am writing about going from Denmark to America, I am actually already at camp & trying my best to get this up to date).
So the flight was pretty normal - food, movie, movie, food - that kind of thing. When I got to immigration & I told the guy about going to camp, he laughed & said something like “Right, well have fun then” with this grin on his face. What I think he wanted to say was “ARE YOU MAD?”
But finally I was out & Fiona was there waiting to meet me. It was so great to see her after so long & I’m not just saying that because I have to just in case she reads this.
Well maybe…………..
Only joking - it was FABULOUS to see her. We caught a taxi back to her place (the photo is of the awning to her apartment building - she even has a doorman) & we went for a walk around the West village & Greenwich village which is around Washington Square park. We also went to do some food shopping at this large (mostly organic supermarket which Bec & Stephan would love). It was over 2 levels & the shopping trolley had it’s own escalator right next to the one we were on. It was really bizarre, I’ve never seen anything like it - I wish I‘d had my camera with me to take a photo - but then maybe I just don‘t get out much. Apart from meeting Fiona’s husband Bob & their gorgeous little girl Kiki (& the cat Squeaky that I am allergic to but who seems to want to hang around me - probably because she knows I am allergic) my day was done. Another time zone to adjust to - at least I will be in this one for awhile.