"I Will Not Invite Disaster"

Our departure from Anchorage was a little harried, but beautiful. We found out at the last minute that our flight was leaving an hour earlier than advertised . . . but friends watching out alerted us with calls and texts. Disaster adverted. Our family and friends met us at the airport to say goodbye one last time, the TSA fellows decided to make Robert their pet project (of course) . . . and even though we rushed through the whole process the plane ended up being late to board anyway! After all of this Robert had the boys recite the following. "Today . . . we will not invite disaster." Some of you might have heard that he plans to do this each and every day. The boys giggle their way through it, and it makes us both smile.


The Condor flight between Anchorage and Frankfurt was a nice and comfortable 9.5 hour flight. Robert crashed out most of the flight due to sleep deprivation over the past few days. Taylor, Ryan and I slept a fair amount but Cameron said he just couldn't get to sleep no matter how hard he tried and that was after giving him a sleep aid. He did manage to fall asleep a bit after I told him there was no trying just doing.

We landed in Frankfurt, Germany and had approx 1.5 hours to make our connecting flight to Copenhagen, Denmark. Plenty of time. Or so we thought.

While making the way to our connecting flight we pulled out the e-ticket to show a prescreening ticket agent so that e could get an actual boarding pass. She looked at it with a questioning look and then tells me that the tickets are dated for yesterday, Tuesday October 5. Today is Wednesday, October 6. I BOOKED THE TICKET FOR THE WRONG DAY. DUH!!! LEAVE ANCHORAGE ON THE 5TH, TRAVEL OVERNIGHT AND NOW IT'S THE FOLLOWING DAY. DUH!! Today I will not invite disaster is running through my head. Today I caused disaster!

Bet you all are expecting me to say that Robert blew a gasket and then some but he didn't. We went back to the ticket counter only to find out our tickets are 100% non refundable, non changeable, written in stone. Excellent. Should we expect any different? So the "plastic" was thrown down on the counter and the nice ticket agent charged it a lovely $1100.00 Euro for our new tickets.

The walk to the gate was a quiet one for me. My walk of shame.

My redemption came when I got us all to our B&B via the Metro with perfection. Now we are settled in our adorable accommodations waiting to have Danish meatballs and potatoes. Robert and the boys walked to the beach and watched kite surfers and are now playing cards.

Finally, many of you know that we were supposed to be here way back in August . . . well it turns out that Copenhagen, and specifically the place we are (and did plan for August) staying was flooded. Things seem to mostly work out in the end. This is yet another example for us and the Boys.

Love, from Copenhagen