Japunzel

So I had some rough days.

I was supposed to take a flight on friday, Copenhagen to Chicago. In Chicago I was supposed to change to a flight going to San Francisco.
I was half successful. My first plane was 2 hours late, and I was almost certain I would miss my second one. I was told about the delay long before I went to the airport, but I was told to check in at the original time. So after an hour of entertainment at the gate (thank you Angry Birds!), I was bored. My laptop batteries were dead. Finally I was let on the plane and I had a nice flight, in the company of a danish journalist whose name I never learned.
I couldnt sleep because there was constant sunshine outside. I had plenty of red wine and read some, and watched some movies.

As we flew closer to Chicago it became obvious I wouldn't make it. When I arrived, and went through the security check and grabbed my bag, I went to the helpdesk, and they said the earliest flight would be 07.00 the morning after. It was only about 20.00 so they gave me a hotel voucher, and told me where to wait for a bus shuttle.
It was a bumpy ride but we made it. The very friendly guy in the lobby (that looked like a young Tom Cruise) gave me a room on the 9th floor, with a lovely view and a kingsize bed. I was pleased.


A free eveningmeal was included in the voucher and according to three different polls, I ate at the "Best steakhouse in Chicago", Harry Caray's italian steakhouse and bar.
But I had pasta with pesto and mushrooms and bell pepper, vegetarian these days. I drank a local beer, named Goose Island, it wasn't very good.
Since it was like 22.00 already, I was eating at the bar. It felt like I was in a movie. The bar was mostly decorated with wooden panels, and photos of celebrities that might have or might not have eaten there. Three huge flat tv's were displaying baseball, and a documentary about the case of Dominique Strauss Kahn on NBC. But mostly it was commercials.

Afterwards I realized I wouldn't get far on my computer without a powerplug converter (the building had free wifi), and used the hotel's computer to email my aunt that was supposed to pick me up. I was hoping she knew about my delay already, I texted mom and dad earlier.
I got back to my room, and took a shower. Then I crept down in my humongous bed and watched some tv before falling asleep. I left the tv on, because the room was to quiet, to clinical. The sounds of Will Smith and Jeff Goldblum fighting aliens in the background was almost soothing.
I asked for a wakeupcall at 04.00, but I woke up stressed at around 03.00. I had most of my stuff packed, and just needed to gather it and get dressed. My shuttle back to the airport left at 05.00, and I got on it in time.


Chicago's airport is probably the nicest one I've been to. The main hall was made out of steel and glass in a way that reminded me of old trainstations. And they had a life sized replica of a Brachiosaurus skeleton. But my favourite was a corridor to the gates, that was completely the opposite of a boring corridor. Rainbow lights in the ceiling and curved walls made the floor the only straight thing in it. Took plenty of pictures.


I also managed to hustle my way into a a large McDonalds breakfast for 10.41 $ - for free. Hash brownies and pineapple-mango smoothie were my favourites. Shame they but bacon or ham on pretty much everything else on the menu. I guess that's the american way.


I'm off to bed now, it's past midnight here. More text will come tomorrow.