not a transcontinental flight...

yet it could have been! flew up to Copenhagen for the day, flew back the next morning at some insane hour, went home to shower, change, finish packing, took another flight down to Toulouse, drove about two hours north-west, saw the new house (my dad's), spent a night in a very nice, but quite cold, medieval castle, spent half a day waiting around while my sister filmed away, then another 3 hours in the car driving north, past Bordeaux, to my dad's girlfriend's house, and took an hour walk before celebrating my dad's birthday. woke up the next morning feeling still very exhausted despite over 10 hrs sleep, spent another 2 hrs in the car to get to Bordeaux airport, spent 2 hrs waiting for my plane, and another hour on it, until i was picked up by friends, whom i drove back home before i could finally do the same myself. i refuse to even count how many hours i've thus sat down, but it feels like a lot more than one ever should!