Fears and excitements

Tomorrow it is. I've packed most of my shit and again have to admit that I overdo it every time. Can't help it. "What if it starts snowing, you never know when you need a pair of wollen socks."

So at 8.30 I'll head for the train station and to Kastrup airport in Denmark. Flight leaves at 11.20 - I hope. (I just realized today that I'm suffering from fear of delayed flights. Someone should come up with fancy Greek/Latin word for it. I actually tried to look for it and found a site that lists all kinds of phobias. I find it funny that fear of long words is called Sesquipedalophobia, which is one of the longest words on the list. Congratulations, you just created a fear of spelling phobia names.) Well well, we'll see if I'll make it to the second flight. I DO have that 5 hours lay-over so I should make it easily and get drunk (twice) but again, can't help it. I'll report from the Gatwick airport if I'll find a hotspot. Like, wi-fi hotspot. Like.

Tiia & co should arrive to Albufeira way before me so I'm expecting cheery and very intoxicated welcoming committee. Sangria, por favor!

-Aija, yet in Lund -