still traveling

Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong, only not for me. I write this from Amsterdam, so you know I'm on the other side of the ocean. And I have a few minutes before my Warsaw flight takes off. But I had a plane load of unhappy people who were on the Saturday flight from Chicago to Amsterdam, except that after ten hours of waiting, it never took off. And now they're a day late. I know the feeling of plans disturbed, schedules disrupted...

So this plane…



… took us all, but there were quite a few unhappy campers among me.

And they were made more unhappy when we couldn't disembark because of some electrical failure causing something or other the stop working. Another hour. For me -- peanuts. I won't miss my flight to Warsaw. I am once more reminded that smooth travel depends mostly on luck and this time I have it and others do not and so I feel like the rich person who was handed fortunes while others just scraped by, if that.

I do have to say that weather-wise, I'm entering the gloom of northern Europe in December. So there's that. But, I'm saturated with the big skies of the Midwest. I can take a touch of the somber.

Alright. I'll continue, if luck holds -- from Warsaw.