Enroute

Spent the dawn hours in the Brussels airport waiting for my connecting flight, without having left the airport it was confirmed that I had indeed landed in Europe as two guys walked by – one wearing a raincoat with a cinched waist, the other sporting a starter mullet and extremely pointy shoes. Besides claiming the airport as my own my taking catnaps in various interesting and uninteresting corners, I celebrated the airport restrooms with not only seats but seat covers! I also had a much anticipated Starbucks!! I know, my Seattle self would shrink in disbelief at my waffling in standards, ahh, but it was gooood.