So what kind of decisions should you expect to make when you arrive sleep deprived in a new city and can't read or speak the local language...um, pretty bad ones! Yesterday was a little rough on us; here's some math to keep the stories short:
14 pieces of luggage + a shuttle bus that is supposed to take us "to" our hotel but really drops us off a cold, rainy, cartless, very long and stair-filled block away should probably equal a short (but very expensive) cab ride. Instead, in our infinite sleep-deprived wisdom, we decided that Zach and I would stand guard over our luggage mountain in a pretty undesirable area outside the bus terminal as Kelly made multiple soggy trips to and from the hotel concierge. We can laugh about it now, but trust me it was not at all funny at the time!
Dinner out + credit card + not knowing you have to tell them in advance to put the tip on the card too = polite but obviously annoyed server getting a generous but relatively useless tip in American currency because we have zero Kroner.
Little Zach + no bed rails = plop in the middle of the night! Poor thing.
So after a good night's sleep our patience, optimism and good judgement have been restored and we're headed out to see our new apartment and rid ourselves of this obscene amount of luggage. And this time we're taking a taxi no matter what it costs!
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