Lucky for us, the lovely Dutch had fresh kiwi-strawberry juice, hot tea with real, non-scary milk from happy cows, and some sort of quiche/pasty hybrid. Austin just had coffee as he had opted for the scary airplane breakfast. And then he had to go to the bathroom. Airplane food...it shouldn't be this way. Paying shouldn't have been hard. But we didn't have Euros yet, so I just handed her my debit card. And she pointed at the little machine. Which was allllll in Dutch.
After giggling at pickled herring and drooling over Stroopindewaffles, we decided to go wait at the gate. But first....a picture MUST.
Austin obliged because I told him he had to OR ELSE. Yes, I felt kind of stupid holding painted wooden tulips and grinning madly while thinking of my sister. But it is a good picture, and that's why I have good vacation memories. Viva la embarrassing picture unless it involved nudity.
While waiting for our plane, I asked something about my lipstick. It is new, it is bright, and I kind of love it. Austin let me know that he didn't share my opinion. I told him that he might not like it because, at the moment, I happen to be wearing a black shirt and no other makeup. He laughed and said no...he doesn't like it because it is ugly.
We get along in a rather grand way. And when we don't, I take pictures to punish him.
Technically, the day kept going. We flew to Dublin and then drove with our friend Paul Cullen to Galway (he gets lost all the time and I'm not sure why or how, but my sister suffers from a similar affliction so I just sigh and laugh) and with tea and toast we celebrated our arrival into Ireland. But I was zoning out big time and if you told me I married Holland's Prime Minister I would believe you. Jetlag, that specific stepsister of fatigue, is an odd beast.
So we consider this the end of my first day of vacation. Yes, it was spent traveling. But as you can see, it didn't go dully by.
Come back tomorrow to enjoy Day, The Second.