"I got in!" The Kennish-Vasquez clan (except for Daphne) in the dining room were startled to hear Bay screaming. Bay ran into the dining room. "I got in, I got in, I got in!" she cried. "To the arts thing?" John asked. "Wait, what is going on?" asked a confused Daphne. "A few months ago, I entered a photo of one of my paintings into this arts program in Copenhagen," Bay signed and said. "Fifty entries get chosen to be shown at the Copenhagen art museum in Denmark!" "Bay, I'm so proud of you," Kathrin said, hugging her. John, Daphne, Toby, and Regina congratulated her as well. "I haven't gotten to the best part," Bay said excitedly. "The artists chosen can bring their family members with them and it's all paid for." "We're going to Denmark!" Toby yelled.
Later that night, the family chatted about their days and the upcoming trip. Daphne ran in. "Mom, Grandma," she signed. "I just checked on google earth, I can visit Linda while we're over there." "Isn't she in Sweden?" Regina questioned. "Yeah, but her town is only like an hour away from the border and Copenhagen is right near it it," Daphne signed back. "Who's Linda?" asked Kathrin. "She's my penpal," Daphne signed. "We started e-mailing each other around the time we learned about the switch." "How'd you find her?" asked Toby. "We met on Facebook and things just took off from there. She lives in this little town called Ystad, her dad's a police inspector there. Oh, and I told her about you, Bay." "You did?" asked Bay. "Yeah, she said she looked at your street art on your page and she really liked them." Bay smiled. "I'd like to meet this Linda," said Bay.
The months leading up to the trip passed quickly, and finally, it was time to go. The flight went by pretty quickly for everyone except Bay, she was too excited to sleep. They were met by a man holding a sign that read "Kennish-Vasquez." The man drove them to their hotel. "This place is beautiful," Kathrin exclaimed. "I feel like Michael Jackson with slightly darker skin," said Toby. The whole family had jet lag, so they made their way up to their rooms and crashed on their beds. After a couple hours, John and Kathrin woke up from their nap. "What time is Bay's thing tomorrow," John tiredly asked. "I think it's around 2:00," Kathrin answered. "Was it hard to change our reservations for the return flight?" asked John. Kathrin had moved the date for the flight home to a week later. "No it was pretty easy, this way w'ell get to spend more time here and Daphne will be able to visit her Swedish friend," Kathrin answered.
Bay excitedly set up her artwork the Copenhagen Museum of Art. It was a painting of ax girl against a multicolored background. She looked around to see what the other kids' artwork was. A lot of them were pretty good. "What am I doing here?" Bay thought. However, the show went better than she expected. Sure, she didn't win the top prize, but several of the museum guests looked at her painting in amazement. A lot of them complemented her (after seeing that she didn't speak Danish) on her work.
After the show that night, the family went out to dinner at a small restaraunt in the center of Copenhagen. "Lets toast to Bay and her wonderful artwork," John said. The family toasted in her honor. "Daphne, I can't wait to meet your friend," Regina said. "Yeah, I texted Linda yesterday, she can't wait to meet you either. She sent me her address and instructions to her house," Daphne signed. "Hey, mom, dad?" Toby asked. "Can I go with Bay, Daphne, and Regina to Sweden?" "I thought we were going to see the castle where Hamlet was set tomorrow," Kathrin said. "Come on, it'll be fun," Daphne signed. "Yeah' how often does a guy get to spend a day in Sweden?" Bay said. "Well, ok," Kathrin said. "Is it ok if he goes with you?" John asked. "No problem" Regina said. "Adriana, do you have any plans tomorrow?" Kathrin asked. Adriana answered no. "Why don't you join us tomorrow," said Kathrin. After some hesitation, Adriana agreed to go.
Regina rented a car, the next day and they made their way to Ystad. "You know guys," Regina said as they crossed the bridge to Sweden, "We are right between two countries right now." Toby stuck his hand outside the window and moved his hand from left to right. "Denmark, Sweden, Denmark, Sweden," he said. "Shut up," said Bay. After an hours worth of driving they finally arrived in Ystad. "What was her address again?" Regina asked. Daphne read her lips. "It's on this street, her name's on the mailbox." "And what was her name, Walker?" Bay signed. "Wallander," Daphne signed back. "Actually that guy we saw walking out of the police station was probably her dad," Daphne signed. "She said he was coming over later." "What's her dad's name," Toby asked. "I think it was Kurt," Daphne answered. "There it is," exclaimed Bay, pointing to a small house.