So my holiday plans are a tiny bit on hold due to air control strikes across Europe. All flights to Nice were cancelled and a bunch of depressed travellers had to go through the welcome terminal back in Sweden again. Luckily my travel agent http://www.resfeber.se did all the job for me getting me on board today at 2.30 pm. Going via Oslo. As long as I get there I don’t care how many stops we do.
Yesterday, before lovely Jenny helped me out, I was on the phone to a train agency to a sweet man called Ivar. We were looking at getting me an inter rail card getting down to France on like 8 different trains. I would have done it! And who the hell knows I might be on the phone to Ivar later on today again.
Now I am checked in, loungeing around by the gate. Drinking cough medicine like an alcoholic. I am scared I will terrify the passengers sitting next to me. It sounds like I’ve been struck by the Ebola…it sounds bad but I do feel better.
Next time I write I pray it is overlooking the Med.
Sun sun sun and much love. Tata for now!