27.04.2014 18 °C
They say the early bird gets the worm, but all this bird wants is coffee.
4am wake-up is early even by my standards, but I arrived at Toulouse-Blagnac with time to spare. Flight 1 in the city hopper was short and fuzzy since I was not quite awake yet. But as the sleep left my eyes, I arrived in Amsterdam at the beautiful airport of Schiphol.
I had 4 hours here to stretch my legs and fill my senses at Schiphol. I love airports. For me they are a place to be a fly on the wall looking into a kaleidoscope of color, shapes and potential stories. With a smoothie in my hand as sustenance, I wandered with eyes wide open until the final boarding call of my flight back to Calgary. I contemplated telling the woman who patted me down that she risked being more thorough than my husband, but I didn't get the sense that her funny bone was working, so I skipped talking to avoid further scrutiny and slowly made my way through the various checks and balances until at last, I made it onto the plane. Time to settle in and start the long haul back to Calgary.
The flight was made more enjoyable with a spirited KLM flight host and a strange Russian man sitting beside me who clearly partied the whole night and morning before our flight. In between snores, snorts and frequent shuffling, this man often fell into to what I call "The Al Bundy stance" (from the sitcom Married with Children) What I mean, is that he had one hand shoved down the front of his pants pretty much the whole trip. I had to laugh, the guy was clearly out of it.
At last, we landed. Mid-day Calgary felt like early morning Pepieux. With no snow on the ground and a bouquet of fresh Asiatic lilies waiting for me in the car, I had arrived without incidence. Now the trick is to keep my leaded eyelids open until a decent hour of night, so that I can avoid jetlag with a long and solid first night sleep. Wish me luck.
Schiphol Flower stand and a macro of an opening Asiatic Lily.