The 19 Hours between Amsterdam & Home

* More Amsterdam posts coming later this week. In the meantime, here’s a little thing I wrote about our flight home.

I have never been so happy to see my bed. After lugging in our bags, a quick “welcome home” cuddle with the cat, and brushing my teeth, my head hits the pillow of our bed and I am out within moments. Glad to be home after a horrible 19 hours.

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We arrive at the airport with plenty of time to spare. Our airline desk hasn’t even opened yet. Which means we had time to caffeinate before going through security.