Sitting in Copenhagen’s lovely international airport awaiting the departure of Norwegian flight 3640 for Nice, France. It’s a quick trip down to the south of France, only a little more than two hours.
I spent nearly the entire day yesterday assuring that all batteries were charged (including mine!) and making certain that I could transport my “production studio” in good working order to Nice and then Monte Carlo, where Silver Spirit will be docked in that bustling harbor, among the mega-yachts and millionaire’s toys.
Anticipating Silver Spirit is a bit like going back to see an old friend. Last time, she was quite a mess — an orderly mess, no less, but with wiring strewn about, staterooms not yet finished, dumpsters on the pool deck. Sleeping on a cot in what will now be a beautiful stateroom, I wrote then that my time on board the sea trials was like pitching camp.
Coming soon, however, something completely different, Silver Spirit in all of her splendor.