With Love, From Denmark

Well we are now in Denmark, further away from Lithuania than when we started this morning.

Scandinavian Airlines is nice, except that to begin the trip, we flew into a wicked storm which tossed our prop plane so much that we again thought we were going to die.

But we were comforted by the fact that our pilot was the Swedish chef, who at the height of the turbulence, came on and said "Bork, bork, bork!"

Again though, we learned, that it could be worse as a lovely mother and daughter sat behind us and lamented their 2 days stuck in O'Hare waiting to get to Copenhagen. When they finally got a flight, it was through Warsaw.