Well, it’ been 3 weeks since I arrived in Malmö, Sweden and I figure it’s about time I finally crank out a blog post. I imagined myself having several thought provoking and insightful articles written by now but, as these things typically go, life has managed to get in the way. Fortunately though, it’s been in the best possible way – I’ve been so busy trying to make the most of my experiences here that I’ve had little time (or desire) to really reflect on what’s been going on.
(Until now that is…)
I suppose the best way to get the ball rolling on this is to start at the beginning and in my mind, this adventure really started on August 28th – the date of my sister’s wedding. As much as this day was about Jen and Peter – and it was outstanding – I can’t think of a more fitting send off party than one that ends with a premium open bar and bustin’ a move with my closest friends and family. For everyone involved, I think this day was a bit of a whirlwind and for me, it was one hundred times that. I had spent so much time thinking and talking about the wedding and my final night in Canada in the months leading up to it, that when it actually came to be, it just seemed to blast by. Bam! Weddings over.
The day following was very much the same. Aside from the long and admittedly, very sad goodbye with Ali, the day sort of flew by in in a surreal, “Holy shit. Am I really doing this?” kind of haze. My parents dropped me off at the airport for my 9pm red eye flight to Iceland and I spent the entire 3 hours prior to it wondering what the hell I had gotten myself into. I couldn’t help but think of the things I was leaving behind – namely a good job that I enjoyed (and the resulting financial well being) and a girlfriend and best friend with whom I’d shared the last 3 years of my life.
My flights (which went Toronto -> Reykjavik, Iceland -> Copenhagen, Denmark) were relatively uneventful, aside from a few key happenings: One, I drank an Icelandic beer called “Polar Beer” that had a picture of a polar bear on it. I thought this was hilarious.
And two, the excitement of the travel really began to sink in. In one 9 hour stretch, I realized that I would be traveling through more countries than I had experienced in the last 23 years of my life.
I got off the plane in Copenhagen, grabbed my luggage (Woo! for 360 spinners) and after some minor confusion, managed to find my way to the train tracks. I bought my ticket to go across the Øresund Bridge to Malmö and couldn’t have been more excited when the girl at the ticket booth said “eighty krona” in a Danish accent. I boarded the train after a 30 minute ride over the Baltic Sea, I arrived at Malmö Central Station.
Bam! I’m in Sweden.