Red Eye 0837

I don't know if it's just me, but despite the fact that I love travelling so much, I detest flying even more. Save for wisdom teeth extractions [and perhaps childbirth, according to Andrea since I have yet to pop any Little Faz-es], flying is the next most excruciating thing for me. It doesn't help that I have rotten luck every time I transit in Schiphol Airport in Amsterdam: I have to run for the plane, sprain my foot in the process, get my gates switched last minute in the massive airport, get my flights delayed. It's unfortunate that I really loved Amsterdam when I was there last Fall!

Thankfully, I'm home. But this, plus some trusted entertainment from the pages of a Murakami, helped me through hours of waiting for a delayed flight:

And my new ghetto-fabulous sneakers: