The first inkling that we are bound for the Northern Latitudes is being surrounded by a sea of tall, blond and rather gaunt looking fellow passengers bearing red Swedish passports. Definitely not heading for the land of the sun. Typically tight fit here in the cheap seats but a mostly uneventful flight on SAS. It was, however, a more pleasant experience from a service as well as food perspective. OK it is airline food so we aren’t talking gourmet, but their chicken was more flavorful than the bland chicken served up by US Air on previous overseas trips. It’s ALWAYS chicken or pasta in coach.  Must be an agreement among the world’s airlines. That and the fact it is the cheapest stuff they can throw at you. Breakfast included, drum roll please, the Swedish version of jamon y queso, for those that recall our ramblings from Argentina. Apparently the U.s. is one of the few countries that has not embraced this particular tradition.  Lastly, This plane has a camera on the underbelly and I’m looking at Norway, which is pretty cool. It also never really got dark. Guess we best get used to that. We are in Stockhom now waiting for others on the cruise to arrive so can board the bus.