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.
Looking forward to the next post. Hope your flight was on time. Mine to Fiji was not. Jolly Old St Mick had shut the country done.