Cappuccinos in Edinburgh, of course.
Now at Schipol, Amsterdam. Security when traveling out of the country, a real test of maintaining the peace and rhythm found in the thin places I have been. So far I have watched 2 jars of whiskey marmalade get tossed out. One in each airport. Gifts gone.
However, I was treated to a "massage" on the behalf of Amsterdam. Seriously, that is what I was told. 😊



So wonderful following your trip! Sounds like an adventure of a lifetime!
ReplyDeleteLove,
Todd