TRIP TO DENMARK

We left the MTC at 4:30 a.m. on August 28, a little bleary-eyed but ready to get under way.  We had talked to all the family the night before which was wonderful.  It will be weird not being able to text them - our most common form of communication.  We arrived at the SLC airport and had plenty of time to spare and things rolled right along.  Amazing.  And, when we got to NYC, we found that we didn't have to change terminals, so that was nice!!

The flight to Denmark was pretty smooth.  Seven and a half hours was considerably better than our 15 hour trip to China last year.  Because our upgrade was pretty last minute, we had to do some switching with kind people to be able to sit across the aisle from each other.

After wrestling our considerable luggage (which all showed up thankfully), we straggled out of the Copenhagen terminal to be met by our Welcome Committee:  President and Sister O'Bryant,  who had been here very early to drop off the couple and single sister we are replacing.  They were very warm and welcoming. President O'Bryant took us to our temporary apartment (for 2 1/2 weeks) and we shoved our luggage into one of those outside, grilled elevators that you see in Europe in the movies.  Very cool. We are in down-town Copenhagen and our back patio fronts a lake with a walking path, probably a mile around.  It's part of the old city moat and one of several in a row.  Lots of old and new apartments, funny little side streets, shops and cobblestones. We will send pics.

The Thornes, our neighbors and residents of our future apartment, took us to the ATM, a small grocery store and the office supply store ( a tiny little thing crammed between a boutique and restaurant).   They have company,  so left us to buy a few groceries, take a nap, and get our electronics working.  OOma is not cooperating.

For church, we are assigned to a small  branch on a little island about 25 minutes from here and will go tomorrow with the Thornes.  Should be interesting - all in Danish.

Think this is enough for 18 months?

Danish for real.

President and Sister O'Bryant met us at the airport with Danish flags.  We look a little worse for wear.  Sister O'Bryant was trying to tell me that is warm in Denmark.  Notice the coat?  Mid-summer.........