All of our minds aren’t at our best right now, I imagine. We’ve all sat through a nine-hour flight, a two-hour flight, a two-hour train ride, and now we’re in the last stretch waiting on this bus for another two hours or so. So many different chairs and escalators and conveyor belt things. I went to Australia once, and even though the flight was much longer, our total transit time was nowhere near as long as this.
We’ve all been next to people we’ve only got to know through playing music, and whether they’ve been good or bad company to us we’ve had to deal with it. Watching the world blow past our faces, waiting for the sun to finally set. This is what my “day” (if I can call it that) has been like. But don’t get me wrong, I’ve found myself smiling with the happiness of some small child throughout the whole thing, even during moments like when we lost our luggage.
It’s because we’re finally here. I had no idea what this distant place was going to be like. It was all a foreign mystery to me, and to see it with my own eyes is such a gift. Right when our plane peeked under the clouds before landing, revealing the lush green landscape that Sweden is, I thought to myself: “Oh my gosh. I love Sweden.” I bet those same words will return to me countless times throughout this trip.