Warsaw by way of Amsterdam

I’m sitting in the Amsterdam airport waiting to catch my plane to Warsaw, fighting to stay awake by sipping a Starbucks coffee I ruined by dumping a crap-ton of horrible fake creamer into it. There are so many things I love about Europe, but when it comes to half-and-half, the EU really needs to get with the program.

After 24 hours awake I’m starting to experience that kind of crazy euphoria that only comes from staying up far too long. I half believed I was hallucinating the PeeWee’s Playhouse-style airport furniture, the Jeff Koons balloon Venus of Willendorf, and the bearded, graying Dutchman who went by emptying the trash cans, whistling “Yankee Doodle Dandy.”

Venus of Balloondorf

The 10 hour flight from SFO to Amsterdam was surprisingly painless despite a snotty stewardess with a chip on her shoulder and an infant 10 rows up who spent half the journey squealing like a loose fan belt. Without sleep, I’ve spent most of the five hour layover just trying to stay upright. So far I’ve done a pretty good job of seeming alert apart from when (twice) an airport employee said to me, “Have a good flight,” and I responded “You too.”

Back to life...back to reality.

Perhaps it would have helped to avail myself of the revivifying effects of the water massager (only one euro!) but I was too chicken. Fortunately, the rest of the long dayl of travel ended with an uneventful 90 minute flight from Amsterdam to Warsaw. I was totally unable to sleep even then, but hey, at least the guy in the seat next to me caught a few z’s.

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