And so it begins.

Dave and I embarked on a time travel adventure in the last 24 hours.

We left American soil, spent eight hours on a plane, and emerged in Copenhagen with the clock set another eight hours ahead for a trip we’ve been dreaming about for a long time. (Fun fact: yesterday was the anniversary of our pizza place marriage!)

We’re now killing time and trying to catch some sleep as we wait for the final leg of our trip – a jump over to Barcelona, where we will stay until we board our Mediterranean cruise ship on Friday; that ship will become our home for the following eight nights.

As for this airport layover, Dave officially set foot in Europe for the very first time and has already ate his first Kinder egg.* (He got a deer; I got a penguin.) Priorities. He also ate his first plane meal and this frankenfurter thing in a roll at the airport. (He said the ketchup was weird.) Not ON a roll; in a roll.

It is my hope that I’ll come back here a couple times to recount the things we do and places we see, not so much because you need the play-by-play but because I do love to look back at these entries and remember what we did. It’s like your privy to my personal journals

*Kinder eggs – the kind in Europe that have toys inside – are one of my core memories from my teenage trip to Spain. My friends and I LOVED those chocolate eggs. Fun fact: some of those kinder egg toys (oh, 25 years later) still hang out in my potted plants.🪴