This, the penultimate part in the story of my Eurovision 2013 journey to and from Malmö is dedicated to my dear Eurovision friends, Franciska van Waarden (@Fairytale0126) and Mila Kovalj (@LoreenatorDK).
Franciska, there is nothing to say about you that I haven’t already said. I love you. Mila, I was never meant to have so much fun in your country’s capital… but like so many chapters of my life, it was one of those things that ‘just happened’. You and I will have memories to last forever this year. I love you.
Friday May 17th 2013 is a day that will go down in personal history for me. It’s a day that I will always look back at with a mixture of great fondness and great sadness.
Edinburgh
As I woke at 5am, ready for my 10:30am return flight to Edinburgh and still wearing the bruises from my heavy fall at Tivoli on the Wednesday, I got a quick breakfast down me before checking out of Danhostel Copenhagen City (where I had slept the past 4 days) and making the now-familiar walk between there and Københavns Hovedbanegård (Copenhagen Central) to take the train out to Copenhagen Airport.
On the way to the train station, I took the opportunity to get those last few mental shots of Copenhagen and to breathe in the Danish air one last time. Malmö had given me so many wonderful memories, but in the 4 days I had spent in Copenhagen I had fallen in love with the city. Every article I had read about Copenhagen, every thing that I had been told about the city… it had all been so true – and more. Copenhagen had thrown open its arms to me and I grasped the invitation – and that’s something I will never, ever forget.
Flight
The flight back to Edinburgh was horrible – but in a good way. I wanted to stay in Copenhagen, I didn’t want this beautiful Eurovision dream to end, but I knew it would have to.
As the plane took off and I said my final goodbyes to my new-found love, in a way I was glad to be going home. I had a wonderful time in Copenhagen and Malmö, but 4 days away from home was long enough – especially in 2 countries I had never been to before.
Arriving back in Edinburgh was fine, I had time to kill before my bus home to Dundee and so, as with the outward trip, I grabbed a coffee before the bus. I left Denmark at 10:30am CET and arrived home at around 4pm GMT. My body had done 7+ hours across 2 time zones, but at last I was home.
Appreciate
I was a different person when I got home. I had learned more than ever to appreciate the true beauty of the Eurovision Song Contest that I had grown up loving and one day dreaming of being at. I had finally lived that dream… and loved every last second of it.
Little did I know on that Friday that when Grand Final Saturday came round the following day I would be planting the seed for a return trip to Copenhagen…