I am so exhausted that I can not think straight as I make my way to the gate for my flight to Riga. I keep thinking that I've lost my passport though it is in my handy passport/ ticket/ wallet holder that is hanging around my neck. I've been up about 24 hours at this point. Boarding is announced and I dutifully follow the lead of my fellow passengers down the frigging stairs. I am lugging my carry-on (which at this point weighs 2000 pounds) to the outside. Remember, Stockholm is freezing! …
Seven Hours at Arlanda: Stockholm Airport
I felt so lucky to have an international phone. Being able to call my BFF from the cell without pushing a bunch of numbers is thrilling for me. I proceed through Customs and after the obligatory questions: Why are you visiting Stockholm? How long is your stay? Business or pleasure? I wheel my carry on as I search for the nearest toilet. I take my first photo inside Stockholm. There are an abundance of Olympic rings represented all over the place. I don't expect we will see a lot of that …
The Flight to Stockholm
Terminal 5 looked deserted and my departure gate is totally empty. And this made my heart leap for joy after my major disappointment at not finding noiseless headphones. And besides, I threw my old beater headphones in my suitcase for good measure so I knew that all was not lost. However, the thought of an empty flight to Europe was more than I could hope for. I was mainly praying for an empty seat next to mine. Nothing worse than my bulk being squeezed in between people on an eight-hour …
Terminal 5, O’Hare International Airport
O’Hare International Airport has one of the worst international terminals ever when it comes to shopping and eating. I would have never noticed had it not been for the fact that I needed to purchase a set of noise reduction headphones. This whole thing started because I was misled by the giggling receptionist at Best Buy the night before: RING, RING… someone picks up Burst of hysterical laughing followed by indiscernible talking then: Best Buy Hancock Center, Markita speaking…background …
What Kind of Singer Are You?
I am in the midsts of preparing for my trip to Riga, Latvia. I am a bit nervous (new band, new old material, long assed lay over in Stockholm, my thighs squeezed into a airplane seat) but ready to face what lies ahead - a brand new adventure. Ready or not, here I come! I got an emailed list of interview questions from a Latvian musician. He wanted to post it on his band's web site or something like that but it struck me how much he did not know about me. It's not his fault of course. No one …