Coming to America

I am finally here.

I hate flying.

There I said it.

Now you wont have to hear it again before next time I fly.

I had to pay overweight too.

It's ok to feel sorry for me.

When I got to Amsterdam I went through security once again and they took my Clinique face wash that I bought in Stavanger at the tax-free, and it was even in a sealed bag WITH the receipt in it.

This is how the conversation went:

Dutch guy: I have to take this away from you cause it's too big to bring on an American Airplane.

And this too (my lipgloss).

Me: I wished they would have told me that in the tax-free in Stavanger. Well you can give it to your girlfriend. She'll be stoked.

Dutch guy: I don't have a girlfriend.

Me: But, with all this stuff I'm sure you could get one.

Dutch guy: Where are you from?

Me: Norway.

Dutch guy: I'm going to Norway next year. Can I come visit you?

Me: Well, if you were to you'd have to bring me the stuff you just took from me from the tax-free.

Moral of the story: Don't take away a girl's beauty products and then try to hit on her.

Especially if she's married.

It's a loose/loose situation.

I got through immigration in Detroit. Not without pain.

Had to be questioned by two police officers in "the back".

But, I charmed my way through it.

Then Jake picked me up in Salt Lake.

He's so handsome.

I think I'd forgot how handsome he was.

Today we've been visiting the Grandparents.

And I got a membership at the gym.

Now Jake is at work and Mark and I are going to eat some fish.

It's nice to be on vacation.

Over and out.