In Terminal 3 of Copenhagen's expansive Kastrup Airport, there's a Caviar House & Prunier, a terrifc seafood bar with upscale prices that I wasn't immediately prepared to pay last Thursday. Still, I didn't think it would hurt to just peruse one of the menus that the staff had so neatly placed on all four sides of the bar, especially since there was still over an hour before my flight to Reykjavík was scheduled to board. Standing up at the bar, I opened up a menu. My mouth watered at all of the marvelous selections that I could be sampling (right now!) if it weren't for my ailing bank account balance.
Then, I heard a voice ... which asked me in a sweet, clear, Danish-accented lilt:
Beautiful Agnetha. Caviar House & Prunier, Terminal 3, Kastrup Airport, Copenhagen, Denmark. (2006). With her warm personality and ability to whip up a mean gravadlax in a pinch, I should have proposed marriage.
"Would you like to sit down?"
I looked up. On the other side of the menu, I saw a girl with smiling hazel eyes, silky-soft blonde hair and the kind of pure, effortless beauty that doesn't seem to be easily found anymore these days.
Oh great, now I had to stay and order something.
"Yes, please," I politely replied with a smile. I figured if I were really polite and smiled really nicely, she would love me forever. See, this is how things are supposed to work in my world.
She asked me what I wanted to drink. Instead of ordering a fine French wine like a cool, sophisticated person would have done, I asked for a bottle of water like a dork.
"Oh, I'm sorry, we only have sparkling ... is that all right?"
She seemed genuinely sorry and ignored the fact that I had just asked for a bottle of water like a dork. What a girl! I told her of course it would be fine, in fact, it would be great. As she smiled and whisked off to the other side of the bar to get my bottle of sparkling water, I noticed she was wearing a pair of black, hi-top Nike basketball sneakers, no doubt to ease the discomfort of having to stand on her feet for an entire shift. Beautiful and practical - now I was truly smitten.
I ordered the gravadlax, which is my favourite Scandinavian dish. If you've never heard of it before, gravadlax is fresh, sashimi-like Atlantic salmon fillets marinated in salt and sugar, seasoned with fresh dill, and served with a sweet mustard dipping sauce. The gravadlax pictured above was unbelievably good.
Long story made short ...
- Her name was Agnetha.
- I ordered the gravadlax.
- Agnetha made the best gravadlax I ever had in my entire life.
- Agnetha had a beautiful personality to go along with her gorgeous self and culinary skills.
- The next hour would go by far too quickly.
A couple of hours later, flying at 35,000 feet over the Faroe Islands, I thought to myself: if I lived my life more like they did in the movies ... I might have purposely missed my flight, stayed at the seafood bar, and taken Agnetha out for a drink after she finished work for the day. And then who knows what kind of blue sky possibilities could have ensued.
Blue skies to the ends of the Earth. Icelandair Flight FI205, en route to Reykjavík from Copenhagen, somewhere over the Norwegian Sea. (2006).
Unfortunately, real life is what it is and isn't like in the movies. Because in real life, the next time I pass through Copenhagen's Kastrup Airport, Agnetha isn't likely to be there.
Tonight, I can't sleep because I keep wondering why I don't live my life more like they do in the movies. I also wonder if the beautiful Danish girl I had the privilege of knowing for only an hour ever wonders the same thing.