puuh...what a week. what a trip. nothing really happened down there. people were pretty boring and lazy. so it was a whole week relaxing by the pool (one time at the beach) or in the apartment were we stayed. my cousin and i took a walk though, and ended up on the top of one of the mountains in puerto rico. puerto rico was the town we lived in. we lived just across a big shopping centre.

the flight down to gran canaria was delayed several of hours so we didn't get much sleep january the 1st. the flight home was even more creepy. denmark had a really bad weather. a hurricane and rain. very bad mixing when you are flying. so first we landed in billund airport because the airport in kastrup was closed because of the hurricane. so there we were....stuck in a plain in the middle of nowhere in billund airport. and we couldn't get off or anything....or yes... we could actually get off, but we couldn't get our luggage with us, and my cousins boyfriend, have a plain to catch tomorrow morning. so if we all left the plain, he wouldn't get luggage back before he goes back to england. my father offered to come and get us though. and my cousin offered me to take care of my luggage once they got to kastrup. i was really scared, confused, tired and hungry. i got speechless and then the tears started runing over my cheeks. i couldn't take it anymore and couldn't bare the thought of going up in the air again in this weather.

i never got time to actually decide what i was going to do. before they got the plain ready for take off again...we were flying to kastrup. it started to rain hard, before take off and the plain couldn't stand still. the flight went ok. a bit longer than usual and wilder. my mood had turned. i sat there.laughing.being sarcastic (?). maiking fun of the death. talking about life....

here i am. alive. in copenhagen. at maj's place. not rested all out yet. but excited to come home. i'm exhausted.