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I'm almost finished with 'Z', but my iPad ran out of juice, will finish it tonight.

Also read 'On Amsterdam' because I was there, but it really had little to do with Amsterdam.

"Focus and momentum shorten the path to the finish line."  Connie Frey 

Howdy Folks.  I'm back in Florida finally.  So now I'm going to start telling you the story of today and I'll jam in snippets of the trip with some pictures as I get to the stories, K?  We got to Boston yesterday afternoon after the six hour flight from Amsterdam and stayed over for the southern leg today, another three hours.  All in all it was a good idea because we needed some sleep and a little go-through of the bags to remove excess stuff from coming back for no reason. AND, very important, to pick up my TomTom for Alice (the Mini) so we can make it up to Melbourne and the SAQA conference next weekend!

So the plane today as delayed a short while, but that was OK by me because I got to try a Wolfgang Puck breakfast pizza at the airport and loved it:  perfect crust, light toppings of scrambled eggs and bacon with tomatoe slices on each piece.  Wonderful.  Thank Wolfgang for me when you see him.

I think one of the reasons this airport pizza appealed to me this morning was it was 

a strong contrast to the way we'd been eating the past two weeks!

Guess I'm just a pizza gal at heart.  Sigh.

The flight was horrendous, a surprise after yesterdays which was uneventful and smooth across the ocean.  We apparently were fighting a storm all the way down the coast so the plane was bouncing around like a toy.  We got to Palm Beach and were circling around while waiting for a thunderstorm to pass so we could land and a passenger got out of his seat and approached the front of the plane.  We were all buckled in for the landing, and the plane was bobbing up and down.  Immediately the flight attendants jumped into action and the guy wouldn't return to his seat yelling loudly about something.  Well we were in row 2 so he was right next to me screaming-  finally deciphered that he had to come up front because he had NO BARF BAG.  

The attendants sat him down between two passengers in the row in front of me, gave him a garbage bag and he proceeded to throw up about six times very loudly.  Now, my constitution is the sort that I rarely throw up, but I'm telling you it was all I could do to hold it myself after that.  The only way it could have been worse would be if they would have sat him next to me.  I thanked the very smelly guy next to me for being there!  

Then of course we all had to step over his vomit to get out.  Turns out he was drunk as a skunk, had been drinking the whole flight and I heard the flight attendants tell him he had way too much liquid in his system-  he could barely walk out, and all I wanted was to get past him in the airport because he was waving from side to side.

So, to get that image out of both your and my heads, I have a few shots to share, in no particular order:

Napoleonic war bunkers surrounding Willamstadt, circa 1884

Every day our towels were delivered in the shape of a new animal.  Weird.

 Sailing along, a shot from my balcony of a grandpa and a little boy fishing.

A whole field of windmills

Tulip fields as seen through a windmill 

And you thought that the Oldage Mutant Ninja Turtles were passé!  

(We were on our way to see Ruben's house and I found myself more interested in this!)  

 Got the dogs picked up and they are so happy to be here getting their ears rubbed on demand.  One of them has s light stomach upset so I have rice cooking and a can of pumpkin to clear him up.  For the price of boarding them for 2 weeks we could have extended the trip three days!  So, I guess we won't be traveling much in the near future.