Another year’s gone by, and today it’s been 10 years since my first trip to Canada.
December 13 is Saint Lucia-Day in Sweden, but that I had not thought about as this was a day of excitement. I hadn’t travelled for a long time, so even the actual flight felt a bit exciting. The whole day is etched in my memory … I remember all the little details!
As this was 2003, we hadn’t come all that far with all the tablets and smartphones. I did have a cellphone, but didn’t think of using it when I was sitting in Arlanda International Airport. They had a huge Internet café there, and I was probably chatting with Gerry, when all the lights were dimmed and I heard the Lucia song … and I remembered that it was actually Lucia Day.
In a place like that — an international airport — most people were foreigners, as could be expected, and I could see their awe and amazement when the Lucia procession appeared.
I found a little video on YouTube now, but it doesn’t convey the atmosphere at all … at least not as I felt it that time.
The first leg of my journey was Stockholm – Newark.
You know how all the people onboard just can’t wait to get off the aircraft, so they stand up [me included] in the aisle, long before you’re able to get out?! This of course, happened, on this Scandinavian flight I was one. Some smart-ass next to me, pointed out, as we were standing there; «are you aware of that you’re not in New York now … you’re in New Jersey?!» [SAS had just changed from JFK to Newark] I was standing next to him, so I said; ‘Yes, I’m aware and I hope Tony Soprano will be here to pick me up!’ The whole bunch burst out laughing! Sopranos was a very popular show in Sweden too. Some people are just too full of themselves, and feel the urge to shove their knowledge down everybody’s throat, making them feel like damned fools in the process…
It was late at night when we finally landed at the airport in Quebec City, and my darling was there to meet me! It was very cold and blowing snow … I remember trying to read the road-signs during the ride from the airport to his home in Lac-Beauport … I didn’t understand a thing, but I remember a recurring word «prochaine» … had no idea that it just meant «next»! 🙂
So … today, I’m once again reminded of ‘how time flies‘! Ten years!!! It’s hard to fathom that it’s been that long! I’ve seen and learnt so much during this time — no regrets whatsoever!