The waiting game then began. It wasn't very nice outside and I was running low on Euros... I suppose I could add that my foot was throbbing and had swollen up so bad that it didn't fit in my shoe... (What the hell?!)
I really didn't care about touring Amsterdam... I know: it's a sin just writing that line down. I will make it up to this city next time I come over. I promise.
So instead of going outside, I stayed indoors, grabbed a caramel macchiato and breakfast... and bought a Starbucks mug from their World series: a nice orange Netherlands edition mug --- CHYEAH!
A couple hours later:
I made my way to the passport control gate, but didn't get in line yet --- I still had a number of hours to go before I could even board onto my final plane. I bunkered down for a bit: read, day-dreamed (a little too much) and stared at the in-coming people arriving from all over the world. When I did go through passport control, the guy at the booth looked at me and stamped my passport.
Wait, what?? That's it? I almost got detained coming into this area in the first place, back in France when I was having a shit-fit. You people really want to get rid of me, eh? Christo Hesus! 'No sweat' is an understatement here, man oh man.
On the other hand, you had this el loca lady at the next booth and that guard was grilling her (yeahh... that brought back a couple of memories). Maybe the guard at my booth had gotten word that I was a P.I.T.A. and didn't want to deal with me... Or maybe, he loved me automatically, because I'm a Canadian... Who doesn't love Canada?! HAHA!
After that, I found my gate for AMS - MTL and the waiting game continued... I really must have psychic connections with Starbucks, because I found another one as easily as I had passed passport control. HOT DAMN. Well, I suppose another caramel macchiato is in order then... Nai? NAI!!! Aha: BUENO!!!!
One parallel I can definitely draw between my travels back to Canada is with my travels from Pylos to Piraeus. Yes my homeslices, I pulled another all-nighter in beloved Greece.
Yes, I could've slept at the airport if I'd gotten there early.
Yes, I could've caught some shut eye in Pylos like most of the people did...
But, I would'nt have traded my last night in Greece with Melina and Karim, or my last night in Pylos, for the world.
And yes, I am turning into a caffeine-zombie. It's so worth it, sometimes... TEEHEE!
FYI: 3rd caramel macchiato. UH OH!!!
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