the best ideas begin with the phrase "so i was looking at flights." at least that is usually the case with my mother.
in contrast to the hours i've dedicated to the exploration of airlift for fantastical adventures that amount to nothing, when my mum says she's been looking at flights, travels really do come true.
this is, after all, how the fall 2009 parisian extravaganza that would end with the funeral of claude pascal first began- with a flurry of emails subjected "PAR" and the revelation that my mum had been clandestinely stalking french airfares at four a.m.
based upon her recent observations regarding scandinavian ticket selection and the subsequent proliferation of emails subjected "CPH," i would hazard a guess my mother is about to (probably not but, God-willing, maybe) make my danish dreams come true.
it took five years of themed gift-giving, begging and bargain-hunting to sell my mum on paris. it has taken precisely one trip to paris, "the family forward," and just under five months to convince my mum we will die if we do not go to copenhagen ASAP.
this raises the interesting question of what it is going to take to convince her next time. to make her see that we will meet with equally dire ends if we don't also go to dubrovnik... and st. petersburg... and istanbul... and berlin...