6:00 pm and here I am, standing on the airport in Amsterdam and saying bye-bye to Mr. T. It was difficult, even too difficult. I leave him alone quite a lot (what can I say, I’m not the best wife) but it was never as difficult as it was today. In conclusion my t-shirt around the neck got totally wet, just like my sleeves did. Thanks God I didn’t put any make up on.
I buy a bottle of wine for my host in Lisbon and I am ready to go. The plane however is not. A 1h delay. I am enormously tired and feel like sleeping for a whole flight, but within seconds after crossing the entrance of the plane I realize I’m on my way to America Latina and become too exited to sleep.
