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Friday morning I walked Gwen to school so that Ary could sleep in, since she had the day off, then I went to the lab and started looking at the XRD results from the analyses I had done the day before. Then I walked to the Durham train station, giving myself an hour to do the half an hour walk, since I was dragging a suitcase and carrying a backpack. When I reached the station I realised that I had entered the train info into my calendar while still in Sweden, so Google had "helpfully" converted the time on the entry to show what time it would be in Great Britain at that time in Sweden. Therefore, instead of arriving at the train station half an hour before the 15 minutes before the train that I had been aiming at, I had yet one more hour to wait for my train. However, I filled the wait and the train ride with sewing projects and reading the Drachenwald chat channel on Slack (that I hadn't heard of before this weekend).
I spent the evening with Stephanie and her family, and Saturday morning she and I went to (second) breakfast at a cafe not far from the Edinburgh train station before she went to work and I went to the airport. I had hoped that all would go smoothly on the trip home, but, alas, by the time the plane landed in Stockholm I had only 12 minutes till boarding time of the flight to Luleå. I didn't see any signs for a bus from terminal 5 to terminal 4 (like I got for the reverse trip on the way south), so I ran as fast as I could, hoping that I would make the plane anyway. As I was getting close to security I saw a sign that said that the gate for my flight was "stängd", but I hurried along anyway, in hopes that I could still make the flight. As soon as I cleared security (the line was really short when I got there) I found another sign that said that the light to Luleå was delayed, and could be found at gate 34, so, somewhat relived that the flight hadn't left yet, I went there. As I reached the gate my little wheeled carry on suitcase suddenly lost a wheel and spilled its ball bearings onto the floor.
So I picked up the pieces and put them into the plastic bag that I had had my toiletries in, since I wouldn't need to go through security again. Then I asked a lady waiting there to keep an eye on my stuff while I went to the loo and re-filled my water. By then they were nearly ready to board, so I joined the queue. However, when I showed my boarding card the computer beeped red and the lady there pointed out that my ticket was on SAS, and this was a Norwegian flight, at which point I realised that I had well and truly missed my own flight (and the first sign with the gate closed sign had actually been correct). I asked if she had room on the flight and if I could buy a ticket, but she said that it wasn't possible to buy a ticket at the gate, I would have to go back downstairs to the ticket desk, and that I should go talk to the people at SAS. I found a SAS gate for another flight, but they insisted that I had to go downstairs (and thus leaving the secure part of the airport). So I dragged my broken suitcase there, only to be told by the SAS lady that they had no more flights with seat on them that day, and I would need to wait till the next day.
However, the guy at the Norwegian ticket counter right next to her said that he could put me on the next flight (one more hour) for "only" about three times as much as a round-trip between Luleå and Stockholm usually costs. Given the choice between spending from 17:00 on Friday to an unknown time on Saturday waiting at the airport and flying in a hour and thus making it to the event only two hours after site was supposed to open, I took the expensive ticket, and I am glad that I did (though no where near as glad as I would have been to have just made the connection in the first place).
The event was much fun. In a huge part because I was Home, surrounded by so many people I know and love. I spent time visiting with people. I worked on sewing an nåbinding. I bought 2.75 meters of a beautiful plum coloured shot silk, and then told my beloved minion Wilhelm that my plan is to make myself something 12th Century from it--unless he wins Crown before I get to the project, in which case I would make something for him from it. He replied that he would up the number of days in a week he is training. I practiced juggling, staff, and acroyoga. I participated in a fire show, I taught SCA dance, I served feast, I soaked in the hot tub, I stayed up too late, but didn't sleep in in the mornings. I helped clean the site afterwards.
After the event I drove David's car home and he used my more heavily loaded car to pull the hot tub back to our place. That gave me enough time to start some bread dough for pizza, which I left to rise while we unloaded the car, then he ran stuff back to Caroline's apartment, picked up Villiam and brought him back here, arriving just as the pizza came out of the oven. Then I dropped David off at the apartment, took Villiam and the Phire stuff to the uni to put the fire show gear into storage and then we went grocery shopping and I dropped him off at home, which left me time to check FB, read a bit in a book, and get a short nap before heading out to folk dance.
Tonight's folk dance was so much fun. Instead of doing our normal Sunday folk dance class we had a dance night with musicians and invited the students from the beginning folk dance class (and everyone else in the folk music and dance group). We had 10 musicians and 15 dancers. A perfect end to a fun weekend at Norrskensfesten
I spent the evening with Stephanie and her family, and Saturday morning she and I went to (second) breakfast at a cafe not far from the Edinburgh train station before she went to work and I went to the airport. I had hoped that all would go smoothly on the trip home, but, alas, by the time the plane landed in Stockholm I had only 12 minutes till boarding time of the flight to Luleå. I didn't see any signs for a bus from terminal 5 to terminal 4 (like I got for the reverse trip on the way south), so I ran as fast as I could, hoping that I would make the plane anyway. As I was getting close to security I saw a sign that said that the gate for my flight was "stängd", but I hurried along anyway, in hopes that I could still make the flight. As soon as I cleared security (the line was really short when I got there) I found another sign that said that the light to Luleå was delayed, and could be found at gate 34, so, somewhat relived that the flight hadn't left yet, I went there. As I reached the gate my little wheeled carry on suitcase suddenly lost a wheel and spilled its ball bearings onto the floor.
So I picked up the pieces and put them into the plastic bag that I had had my toiletries in, since I wouldn't need to go through security again. Then I asked a lady waiting there to keep an eye on my stuff while I went to the loo and re-filled my water. By then they were nearly ready to board, so I joined the queue. However, when I showed my boarding card the computer beeped red and the lady there pointed out that my ticket was on SAS, and this was a Norwegian flight, at which point I realised that I had well and truly missed my own flight (and the first sign with the gate closed sign had actually been correct). I asked if she had room on the flight and if I could buy a ticket, but she said that it wasn't possible to buy a ticket at the gate, I would have to go back downstairs to the ticket desk, and that I should go talk to the people at SAS. I found a SAS gate for another flight, but they insisted that I had to go downstairs (and thus leaving the secure part of the airport). So I dragged my broken suitcase there, only to be told by the SAS lady that they had no more flights with seat on them that day, and I would need to wait till the next day.
However, the guy at the Norwegian ticket counter right next to her said that he could put me on the next flight (one more hour) for "only" about three times as much as a round-trip between Luleå and Stockholm usually costs. Given the choice between spending from 17:00 on Friday to an unknown time on Saturday waiting at the airport and flying in a hour and thus making it to the event only two hours after site was supposed to open, I took the expensive ticket, and I am glad that I did (though no where near as glad as I would have been to have just made the connection in the first place).
The event was much fun. In a huge part because I was Home, surrounded by so many people I know and love. I spent time visiting with people. I worked on sewing an nåbinding. I bought 2.75 meters of a beautiful plum coloured shot silk, and then told my beloved minion Wilhelm that my plan is to make myself something 12th Century from it--unless he wins Crown before I get to the project, in which case I would make something for him from it. He replied that he would up the number of days in a week he is training. I practiced juggling, staff, and acroyoga. I participated in a fire show, I taught SCA dance, I served feast, I soaked in the hot tub, I stayed up too late, but didn't sleep in in the mornings. I helped clean the site afterwards.
After the event I drove David's car home and he used my more heavily loaded car to pull the hot tub back to our place. That gave me enough time to start some bread dough for pizza, which I left to rise while we unloaded the car, then he ran stuff back to Caroline's apartment, picked up Villiam and brought him back here, arriving just as the pizza came out of the oven. Then I dropped David off at the apartment, took Villiam and the Phire stuff to the uni to put the fire show gear into storage and then we went grocery shopping and I dropped him off at home, which left me time to check FB, read a bit in a book, and get a short nap before heading out to folk dance.
Tonight's folk dance was so much fun. Instead of doing our normal Sunday folk dance class we had a dance night with musicians and invited the students from the beginning folk dance class (and everyone else in the folk music and dance group). We had 10 musicians and 15 dancers. A perfect end to a fun weekend at Norrskensfesten
