Copenhagen, Denmark (Day 2)

Our last morning on the ship, we carefully packed our carryons before going to breakfast. At the appointed time, we reported to the theatre, only to find we'd gotten there late, and our tag color had already been sent to the gangways. On the dock, we reclaimed our bags from the "yellow" corral and shoved our shaving kits inside before joining the taxi line (why? because we didn't see the bus line). The couple in front of us in line had been with me during the St. Petersburg rift, so we shared a cab to the airport.

The line for IcelandAir snaked back and forth near the ticket counter for a while before extending around a corner, down a hallway, and (literally!) into another terminal. One by one, folks would be pulled out to attempt to do self check-in, and they'd either come back to smugly grab their families and bags and go, or they'd dejectedly rejoin the long line. After Greg's turn, he did the latter. Occasionally we'd pass Tom and Janet as the line hairpinned back on itself.

At the duty-free shop, we seemed to be 10 kroner short for every bottle of Aquavit, until we found a sampler pack of 8 tiny bottles in our price range. We walked around the airport for a while until we just couldn't anymore, then got lunch. The lunch counter accepted Danish and Swedish kroner, Euros, pounds, and dollars. We ran into Ann and Tim in the terminal, and they talked about their trip into Berlin since we hadn't seen them since then. A bit more walking, and two flights home.