17 Flefferstrassgasseflort

Ah, yes, we made it to a meeting last night.  It's a little different on the road getting to a meeting - not quite as easy as jumping in the car and driving to a familiar spot full of familiar people.  So we take a walk to find an ingress point for the 3A bus.  We could have taken the 6A as well but we didn't want to get too high and mighty with the larger numbers.  You never can tell what might happen.  I've got the whole kroner thing somewhat deciphered at this point and was able to deliver close to the right amount of money to the bus driver who actually gave me back a little change.  I was tempted to tip him for not throwing us off the bus or under the bus or making us go to the very back of the bus.  We successfully zip to a predetermined egress point and hop off - it's a short walk to 17 Flefferstrassgasseflort, the location of the meeting, actually a small coffee shop that's still closed when we arrive.  A dude walks up at about the same time, sits down on the adjacent stoop, and starts puffing on a cigarette.  Someone smoking is always a good indicator of a meeting spot.

Confident we are where we are supposed to be we wander down the block, find a bench on the shores of a small lake and watch the Danes jogging and walking the periphery, taking the night air.  10 minutes before meeting time we walk back to 17 - no dude smoking outside of a closed shop.  I pull out my mobile and discover that the meeting is actually at 107 Flefferstrassgasseflort so we start to make tracks, finally finding a church which is dark and closed.  We're peering at a sign on the door when it pops up and a bearded guy says: "Would you like to come in."

Yes.  Yes, we would.

Nine people - 3 Americans, 2 Irish, 2 Danes, a Mexican, and an Italian.  Half of us had been sober for a long time and the other half were wet behind the ears.  Great meeting.  A real shot of vitamins for both of us.  Definitely worth the adventure.